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.

steadily at the windows, a silent soundtrack to

with the scent of heavy perfume that

carefully slipping Rosanna into the gown that had been

knit, her body reacting instinctively to the

intricate lace and flowing silk

skill, erasing every trace of exhaustion and tears from Rosanna’s face

something crafted for a display case — a flawless

L𝑎tеst chαptєrs in g𝒶l𝓷ovє𝓁s.𝗰𝗼𝗺

in the sight of her daughter. Then she called out, “Richard, come

hair down. It’ll look better that way — I want Axell to be pleased with what

nod, her face shadowed with pain, though her