Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1027 Chapter 1028: The hospital room erupted in sudden commotion. Marisa slammed her finger on the call button. "Hurry! Somebody get in here-Ethan's wound has opened up!" This wasn't the turn of events Ethan had imagined. Seeing Maia's alarmed face and the worry brimming in her eyes filled him with guilt. He scolded himself in silence. Why couldn't he have spoken to her without raising his voice? What made him let his temper slip like that? The door burst open, and a flurry of nurses and doctors poured in, tending to Ethan's injury with swift precision.

Through the noise and movement, the sound of measured footsteps grew louder from the hallway. Lifting his gaze, Ethan caught sight of Hurst stepping into view. With a determined stride, Hurst closed the distance to the bed and clasped Ethan's hand without hesitation. His tone carried unwavering strength. "Ethan, you're going to be all right." Lifting his eyes, Ethan found himself caught in the steady, commanding gaze of Hurst before him. An unexpected tightness formed in his throat, the kind that came with a wave of indescribable relief-JusticeBlaze was here.

Messages might have gone unanswered, yet he had been the first to arrive. In Ethan's heart, there was no doubt-only Hurst deserved to stand beside his sister. Upstairs on the second floor of the Nelson family's villa, the air still carried the heat and closeness of what had just happened. Step into new worlds at g Ɐ lnσ ν ℓs․conn Resting her head against Austen, Rosanna's eyes shimmered with a quiet, self-satisfied glow. What she hadn't counted on was the sheer endurance Austen possessed, leaving her drained and breathless. "Not bad at all.

You've met my expectations," Austen said with an easy tone. "Still, throwing yourself at me like this... what exactly are you after?" With slow, deliberate motion, Rosanna trailed her fingers in circles across the hard plane of his chest. "Isn't it obvious? I want you." "Is that so?" Austen's brow lifted, and a low, mocking chuckle escaped him. "Do you, now? But you're about to wear the title of Mrs. Nelson-my sister-in-law. Doesn't that make your words sound a little hollow?" Amusement curled in Austen's mind as he silently ridiculed the woman before him.

The truth was simple-whether it was his older brother or himself, Rosanna had only ever been a passing diversion. A woman this pleasing to the eye and easy to handle was worth entertaining a bit longer. "I'm being serious." Closing the distance between them, Rosanna's smile deepened. Oblivious to the truth, she leaned into his wandering touch. "I just happened to meet your brother first. Had it been you... the story might have changed." A faint glint passed through Austen's eyes, his grin unreadable. "Alright, let's say I believe you.

Whatever happened today stays between us." After a short pause, he added, "And if you ever need a favor, don't hesitate. I'll give you my full support." Naturally, it was nothing more than a hollow assurance-a man's lie dressed as generosity. "So you mean it?" Rosanna's grin widened, pleasantly surprised by his willingness to play along. "In that case, there's one favor I'd like to ask." Her words came slowly, each one deliberate. "Austen, I want you... to help me take care of Maia Watson." A faint spark of surprise flickered in Austen's eyes before his smile grew sharper.

Their paths had already clashed in the underground boxing ring. Maia had humiliated him-his prized fighter, Tyrant, was not only beaten but had vanished altogether. Plans to settle that score were already taking shape in his mind. Perfect-their goals were aligned. Still, he disguised his true intentions as doing Rosanna a favor. "Fine. I'll do it," Austen muttered, his fingers curling around Rosanna's wrist once more, a predatory smile tugging at his mouth.

"But your performance will decide how far I go." "Seriously?" Rosanna's eyes flashed with surprise, but before she could react, he had already pressed her down beneath him. Inside the emergency room. The sharp sting of disinfectant clung to the air. . . .