Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 893:

Silence hung for a heartbeat before the table erupted in laughter.

“Maxwell’s so terrified of his sister, isn’t he?” Pattie said, wiping a tear from her eye. “That’s really something else.”

Maia chuckled, her gaze softening as Chris slid another piece of beef onto her plate. He didn’t speak, but the corner of his mouth lifted in a quiet smile, his focus unwavering.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of town, Axel’s sprawling villa glowed faintly under the starlit sky. The bedroom was a cocoon of warmth, scented with the faint musk of perfume.

On the bed, Axel stirred in his sleep, muttering incoherently before sinking back into dreams.

On the plush carpet beside a velvet sofa, Rosanna sat curled in a silk robe, her knees drawn to her chest. Her eyes were fixed on the television, its flickering images casting shadows across her face.

television kept running the report on what had happened to Maia. The room rang with

mouth was clamped shut,

her feet without hurry and wandered to the tall window. The robe she wore made her reflection look pale

snapped ice-cold. “You really are a

with a soft, jittery laugh. In

𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘴⸳ⅽ𝗈𝗺

even drag Maia down with you. What on earth was I thinking, falling for someone like you?” Rosanna ranted in a half-crazed way, her voice full of bitter laughter—taunting Vince and, maybe,

the sofa again, dragging her fingers through her tangled hair, every movement

some time, she inhaled deeply. When she lifted her gaze, her face was composed—there

at the man lying fast asleep in

sworn she would never let near was now the only