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.

the report on what had happened to Maia. The room rang

Her mouth was clamped shut, as if she had bottled everything up

but no sound escaped her lips. She rose to her feet without hurry and wandered to the tall window. The robe she wore made her reflection

breath. Then, like a switch, her tone snapped ice-cold. “You really are a pitiful idiot! I gave it my all once. I dreamed of being your wife. And now? It all looks

her face. Her shoulders shook with a soft, jittery laugh. In a heartbeat, that laugh twisted into something wild and shrill—cutting through

𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘴⸳ⅽ𝗈𝗺

is laughable now! Vince, you’ve let me down in every possible way. You couldn’t even drag Maia down with you.

her fingers through her tangled hair, every

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

shoulder at the man lying fast

man she had loathed, pushed away, and sworn she would never let near was now the only