Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 705:

Panic sent Sandra rushing to her side, her hand shaking as she nudged Rosanna’s shoulder. When no response came, she turned tear-filled eyes to Richard. “Richard, she’s out cold.”

Without hesitation, Richard sprang from his chair, his arms wrapping around Rosanna’s upper body. “I’ll handle this end — grab her legs. We need to move quickly.”

Together, they lifted Rosanna and carried her gently to the guest room on the first floor, laying her across the freshly made bed. Sandra immediately set to work, unfastening the buttons of her daughter’s nightgown.

“Step out for a minute. I’ll call you when she’s ready.”

“Alright, but be quick,” Richard replied as he left, leaning against the door and lighting a cigarette.

Time crawled by as he watched the clock tick in the living room, each second growing heavier.

the windows, a silent

spilled over the bed, mixing with the scent of heavy perfume that lingered

slipping Rosanna into the gown that had been

her brow knit, her body

the sweeping V-shaped back to the intricate lace and flowing silk —

of exhaustion and tears from Rosanna’s face until not a

finished, Rosanna looked like something crafted for a

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Sandra as she drank in the sight of her daughter. Then she

a calculating eye. “Let her hair down. It’ll look better that way — I want Axell to be pleased with

a nod, her face shadowed with pain, though