Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 689:

“Maia!” His knees struck the cold marble with a weighty thud, the sound echoing like a muted drumbeat of desperation. “For seventeen years, we raised you. Doesn’t that mean anything? I’m begging you — please, come back. Let us start over. We can rebuild from the ashes!”

Maia stopped, turning her head slightly. Her face showed no flicker of emotion.

Her voice was low, yet carried the weight of a sealed verdict.

“My parents died a long time ago. Mr. Morgan, Mrs. Morgan… please try to hold on to your dignity.”

And she walked away without a backward glance.

Pattie shot the pair a look of pure scorn, let out a cold snort, and quickly followed after Maia.

move to chase again, but this time, Maxwell stepped in, his arm

his expression. His tone

and you’ll have more than a lawsuit to worry about. There will be consequences — and you won’t like

like ice, draining the color from Sandra’s face as

he swallowed his words, unwilling to

snort escaped Maxwell’s lips before he pivoted, resuming his

Vince burst onto the

he shouldered past Maxwell and the others,

voice thick with anguish. “I was wrong. I was completely, utterly wrong. That vile woman Rosanna twisted my judgment, made me blind to the truth. Scream at me, strike me if that can make you

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dropped to one knee, his hand trembling as he produced an