Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 877:

He adjusted the sight on his rifle with practiced precision, locking onto Vince with unblinking focus. Failure wasn’t an option.

To guarantee the angle was perfect, he fired a single test round into the marble wall opposite — the sharp crack of the shot echoing like a warning. A faint chip broke off the wall, and with that tiny cue, Maxwell refined his aim with mechanical precision.

No further adjustments were needed.

Within seconds, the sights aligned perfectly with the center of Vince’s forehead. Each breath Maxwell drew was shallow, nearly inaudible. A lump formed in his throat as he steadied himself.

His finger inched forward, settling gently on the trigger. One silent motion, and it would all be over.

But just before that moment, the image inside the scope shifted.

Without warning, Maia stepped directly into the line of fire — her body shielding Vince completely.

“Damn it!”

the trigger, nerves frayed to the edge. Sweat ran down his face, his temples pounding as though he had just stared death itself in

shot

Maia really planning to step in and try to talk

a brief moment, the world seemed to stand still. Chris’s warning — Just

at this distance. With Vince in his sights, Maxwell could line it up with complete confidence. But what he couldn’t

a life and the sparing of one in the same breath. His pulse raced, sweat dripping steadily as he

𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 ➝ g⸽a⸽l⸽n⸽o⸽v⸽e⸽l⸽s⸽.⸽c⸽o⸽m

the razor’s edge of the standoff, reacted instantly. He darted forward, placing himself in front of Maia,

and the edge of something metallic

the front gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “No

faded before panic rippled through

“Somebody help!”