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!”

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

chill shot through

really planning to step in and try to talk

— Just don’t get Maia hurt

Vince in his sights, Maxwell could line it up with complete

first time Maxwell found himself weighing both the taking of a life and

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

in front of Maia, shaking his head sharply toward Maxwell. The message was clear and

shifted backward, and the edge of something metallic flashed

is hiding something!” a girl near the front gasped, her hands

before

“Somebody help!”