Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 809:

Raegan’s head snapped up, her breath catching. Confusion churned in her chest. “Sir, have I erred?” Her voice rasped, thick with disbelief.

The chapel fell into a hush, the air thick with tension.

Masked members exchanged furtive glances, their eyes darting between Raegan and the platform.

Chris’ gaze, cold as steel, offered no warmth. “Maia Watson is not one to cross,” he said, his words detonating like a grenade in the silence.

Raegan’s fists clenched, her lips pressed into a tight line beneath her mask.

Without another word, Chris turned, his silver mask catching the last flicker of candlelight before he vanished into the chapel’s shadowed depths.

The members stood frozen, their breaths shallow in the wake of his departure.

After a long moment, Raegan stirred, her voice regaining its crisp edge. “Disperse,” she ordered the others. “Hold the leader’s words close.”

strode into the hotel lobby. Her mind churned, a

leader spoken

clash with Maia at the

had been unmistakable, a blade

all her years, Raegan had never

doubt gnawed at her. Who

was not a member of The Mask —

An undercover agent, perhaps?

Mask, Raegan reasoned, she and the others would have been informed the moment Maia set foot in Sceibar. Or was Maia something else entirely — a new piece on Chris’ chessboard, a rival threatening Raegan’s place

Raegan had always seen herself

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could supplant her. She would

a fire stoked by every unanswered

at the presidential suite’s door, she heard the lock click. But as she stepped