Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 706:

City lights shimmered in the puddles, weaving gold and violet ribbons through the shadows that swallowed every trace of the moon.

Inside the car, an uneasy hush pressed down on everything.

Richard kept his focus on the road, knuckles pale against the steering wheel, while Sandra sat rigid in the passenger seat, twisting her hands together in her lap, fighting to steady her nerves.

A quiet voice broke through the silence. “Richard…”

Richard’s attention never wavered from the windshield. “What is it?”

Doubt hovered in Sandra’s words. “Do you really believe Axell will be good to Rosanna?”

as she spoke, a bitter taste filled her mouth — she’d already made peace with their

though pinpointing the root of her unease. As if offering an explanation for what she’d just said, she continued, “Even though Rosanna

a single word came from Richard. The possibility

streetlight, then another, rain-slicked roads stretching endlessly

when the silence grew unbearable did Richard finally ease off the gas, guiding the car toward the curb

way between his fingers, the lighter’s

cracked it open, letting smoke curl

options,” he murmured, barely above a whisper. “There was never any real choice for Rosanna,

paused, drawing in another breath of smoke, his voice rough and parched. “Given the state of her name now, no man from a wealthy and powerful family would take her in. And you know her character — she suffered enough in the slums back then and would never marry

thrill at

crept through the open window and snuffed out his

window firmly, and fired