Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 658:

A tremor ran through Alice’s voice as she asked, “Is it possible that you really are Salina?”

Maia confirmed her suspicion. “Your acquaintance, Morse Rayne, was the warden during my time in prison.”

The revelation sent Alice stumbling backward in shock.

A memory surfaced: before Morse’s death, Alice had pressed him about the events from three years ago, but Morse had insisted that the secret was safe with him.

Yet Maia stood before her, not only knowing every detail but also holding Salina’s other original sketches—drafts whose brilliance eclipsed Alice’s own work.

There could be only one conclusion—Maia was Salina.

What made Alice’s heart pound even harder was realizing these sketches represented nothing more than Maia’s unfinished ideas from years ago—she couldn’t begin to imagine the level Maia’s artistry had reached now.

through Alice as the thought sank

whole body shook as she stepped forward, every eye in the room locked on her, confusion and

bow before Maia, her voice breaking with humility. “I truly am

in the hallway—every sound seemed to vanish, the silence hanging heavy enough to smother a

Alice squared her shoulders and faced the flashing cameras, determination etched into every line of her face. “I know this may not be what you want to hear,” she announced, voice clear but trembling, “but I have to confess—years ago,

own reputation. “There’s no doubt in my mind—I would never have reached this point without her. For years, I searched everywhere, just

complicated blend of relief and regret colored her tone as she continued, “When I found out someone had stolen Salina’s ideas, I hesitated. If I stood up to expose the thief and claim that they were my works, would Salina finally show up and

if to cap the shock, Alice’s lips curled into a smile. “Never in my

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the room, the press frozen in open-mouthed

the internet, the news

she borrowed from Maia’s old