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!”

low chuckle and, without warning, yanked off the towel that had been draped over

and horror washed over her

color drained from her face in

her, swallowing her whole. It felt like she was

could clearly recall being safe at home, sitting down to a delicious meal made with love by her parents. Everything had felt so warm, so

possible…” Her thoughts spun wildly, a storm of disbelief.

a slow, mocking laugh, as if relishing her confusion. “Naturally, they had to fill your belly first — so you’d be strong enough

cracked and raw. “That’s a lie! My

unfolds at

smile twisted and cold. “Then go on — explain how you ended up here. You can’t, can

grabbed a small bottle from the nightstand and held

gleamed in the dim light, remnants of transparent liquid

of dread. The realization struck her like ice water — she would never forget