Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1051 Chapter 1052: Satisfaction settled across her face. The sound of a door creaking open broke her focus, followed by footsteps approaching from the bathroom. Axell was coming! Rosanna quickly slipped her phone out of sight and then sank onto the bed. She made sure her lace dress was sitting just right, tugging it slightly up as she arranged herself in the middle of the bed, oozing charm. Her lashes twitched delicately, and a faint grin curved her lips, giving her a captivating look.

The bedroom door creaked open, and a wave of steam drifted in from the bathroom, carrying the sound of approaching footsteps. Axell appeared at the side of the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist. He caught sight of Rosanna's tempting pose and felt his throat tighten; desire sparked in his eyes instantly. He murmured her name, "Rosanna..." Rosanna drew him closer with a flick of her finger, her gaze sparkling with mischief. In the blink of an eye, Axell lunged forward, driven by fierce desire.

Outside the window, Austen kept himself hidden, quietly observing the scene without anyone noticing. The moment he caught sight of them together, his expression darkened, and he turned on his heel, retreating to his own room. What exactly had Rosanna done? Who had she just messaged on the phone she borrowed from him? Meanwhile, Maia finally made her way back to Elysium Apartments after wrapping up the day's charity work in the slums. She paused at the bottom of the stairs, scanning the area to ensure she wasn't being watched before making her way up.

Maia had made an excuse and discreetly ensured Chris left early before the charity work came to an end today. By doing so, she could avoid suspicion about their living arrangement. With Hurst showing up flanked by a dozen bodyguards, Maia hadn't felt a shred of worry about any threats. Chris stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity before finally nodding and agreeing to leave. Maia couldn't shake the sense that something was off; Chris looked unusually tense, his eyes on Hurst sharp and icy. Could he be feeling jealous? She let out a soft, amused chuckle at the idea.

Spending the day helping Hurst hand out supplies had lifted Maia's spirits. The gratitude of the people around her left her feeling lighter. Maybe that was what life was really about. "Perhaps I should talk to Pattie tomorrow about setting aside part of MCN's earnings for a charity fund to aid the needy," she mused quietly. Just as Maia reached the door to her apartment, her phone buzzed again, breaking her thoughts. . . .