Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1090 Chapter 1091: "You monster! Do you have any idea of the damage you've caused?" Richard's fury erupted. "How did I end up with a daughter so cruel?" Sandra's eyes went wide, her voice faltering. "Rosanna, call for an ambulance right now! We can talk this through calmly." "I know exactly what I'm doing. I want Maia dead. And I want you dead as well. I'm not just vicious... I'm downright wicked. This is who I am-it runs in my veins, all because of you," Rosanna spat, her madness spilling free. "You'd better start worrying about your own lives.

Did you actually believe Maia forgave you? How naive. The very idea is laughable! She's far too proud to be willing to come back to the Morgan family." Rosanna's voice dripped with scorn. "Here's the truth-you were never hearing from Maia. Every message came from me. How does that sit with you? Crushing, isn't it?" Richard froze in shock. "It was you? That can't be possible!" A jolt of terror struck him as he pressed the brake, only to realize the car wasn't slowing. He slammed his foot down harder, pushing the pedal to the floor.

Instead of halting, the vehicle lurched forward even faster, dragged downhill by gravity's pull. "The brakes... they've failed?" Rosanna's words echoed in his mind, and he shouted into the phone, "Was it you? Did you sabotage the car?" "Exactly. You're sharp, but not sharp enough. It's far too late now." Rosanna's laugh was soft, almost playful. From her vantage point high above, she watched coldly as the vehicle swerved out of control, smashed through the guardrail, and hurtled off the cliff. Her lips curled into a whisper.

"Goodbye." The valley shook with the crash-first the violent impact, then the roaring explosion that followed, echoing through the mountains like thunder. The blast thundered across the valley, and thick black smoke coiled upward from the wreckage, climbing the sky like a dark cloud. "It seems the curtain has fallen." Austen's voice came from behind as he leaned close to Rosanna's ear. "Tell me, what's your next move?" Your next story starts here: gⱯlnσνℓs․com Before she could answer, he pressed a finger lightly against her lips. "No...

let me guess." Rosanna turned toward him, her eyes glimmering with anticipation. Austen studied the plume of smoke twisting in the distance, then gave Rosanna's head a gentle pat. His tone softened. "Since you lured them out in Maia's name, your aim must be to pin this tragedy-no, this murder-on her. Isn't that it?" "Is that all?" Rosanna's smile curved wider. "And what comes after? Don't you think that's far too easy?" "In Wront, Maia is seen as a saint. People will call this an accident, bad luck for Richard and Sandra, nothing more.

It won't touch her reputation." Her gaze snapped back to Austen, sharp and predatory. "So, may I say you guessed wrong? Still... your thought isn't useless. Even if most won't believe it, I only need a few to doubt her." Austen's brows narrowed slightly, surprise flickering in his eyes. "And who do you have in mind? Richard's son?" . . .