Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 612:

Kolton suspected that his son saw the same thing. Perhaps that was why Claudius had begun pursuing Maia despite her marital status.

Claudius wasn’t reckless with his heart. Kolton had ensured that he was raised with the kind of discipline and ambition that surpassed most. This wasn’t some boyish crush — this was about power, influence, and legacy.

And if Maia became a liability, Kolton knew without a doubt that Claudius would remove her from the equation entirely.

With this in mind, he reached for the phone with a decisive hand. “Start full surveillance on Maia. I want the secret guards to keep track of her every move.”

“Make sure to update me on Maia’s every movement the moment you discover anything.” Kolton’s voice dropped to a razor’s edge as his eyes narrowed into slits. “And dig deep into that Mr. M who dared send Maia gifts at yesterday’s Morgan family banquet.”

“Understood.”

The call ended with a sharp click. Kolton turned toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, his reflection ghostlike against the glass as his mind churned through possibilities.

clouds devoured the moonlight above, mirroring the cold calculation that slowly

Anyone foolish enough to

closer like

the most enchanting evenings must surrender to dawn, and tonight’s celebration had

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take our leave now.” Elvira’s fingers lingered around Maia’s hand, reluctant to break their connection. Drawing closer, she lowered her voice to a whisper. “I managed a few words with my brother earlier. I can’t promise miracles, but he shouldn’t trouble you for some

features as

Roland remained a mystery, but the reprieve it offered felt like breathing freely

safely tomorrow.” Maia pulled

hint of melancholy as her gaze drifted toward Chris, who maintained

right. Should Chris ever shatter her trust, Elvira

the weight of her stare and responded with the faintest smile, almost amused by her unspoken warning. Maxwell’s

with hope. “How about we swap numbers? I’ll swing by first thing tomorrow morning — I’ve got nothing else going