Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 710:

Directly across from the bed stood a fat, middle-aged man with a bulging stomach. A sick grin stretched across his face.

Of all people, it had to be him — Axell!

Rosanna froze. Her breath hitched, and terror danced in her wide, bewildered eyes. It felt like invisible hands were squeezing her throat.

Her voice quivered as she asked, “How… how did I end up here?”

She thrashed against the restraints, panic taking hold. The red ties dug sharply into her wrists, and her parched throat barely let any words out.

“Axell, let me go!”

“I wouldn’t bother struggling if I were you.” Axell strolled closer, eyes shamelessly raking over her. His grin was cruel and full of malice. “In the shape you’re in, there’s no escaping!”

warning, yanked off the towel that had been draped

horror washed over her as she

the color drained from her face in

wave of shame slammed into her, swallowing her whole. It felt

being safe at home, sitting down to a delicious meal made with love by her parents. Everything had felt so warm, so normal. How had things spiraled into this

that’s not possible…” Her thoughts spun wildly, a storm of disbelief. “I remember… I was at home, eating dinner with Mom

they had to fill your belly first — so you’d be

voice cracked and raw. “That’s a lie!

story unfolds

not?” Axell cut her off, his smile twisted and cold. “Then go on — explain how you ended up here. You can’t, can you? That’s because they slipped something into your

bottle from the nightstand and held

light, remnants of transparent

into an abyss of dread. The realization struck her like ice water