Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1111 Chapter 1113: Jarrod grabbed Rosanna's arm, his grip almost pleading as he continued, "Tell me, Rosanna, is it true there's no coming back from a mistake? Haven't we paid enough? Sure, Maia lost four years in prison because of us, but we gave her seventeen years as our daughter." His agitation mounted with every word, fists tight and eyes blazing. Rosanna stepped in, voice gentle as she reached out to calm him. "Jarrod, you need to take a breath." Her gaze flicked around, searching for words. "I really don't think Maia is someone who could hold a grudge like that.

If she truly hated the Morgans, I guess she'd hate me most of all. You know, all this trouble started because of things I did a long time ago." She let out a sigh and continued, "From the first moment I came back to the Morgans, I felt like I didn't belong. My whole life and Maia's got swapped by mistake. She got the future I was supposed to have, and I ended up struggling just to get by. You might not understand, but back then, I was terrified I'd lose everything I'd finally found..." As Rosanna spoke, Jarrod's anger slowly faded, her words hitting him harder than he expected.

He'd never stepped foot in a slum, but her voice painted a clear enough picture. "I understand. You just wanted to take back what was supposed to be yours. You were insecure; you feared our parents would share their love only with Maia. I get all of that!" he said earnestly. Tears filled Rosanna's eyes, and she threw her arms around him, clinging tight. "I'm sorry, Jarrod. This is all my fault. Everything that happened, it's because of me." He held her, her whole body trembling against his. "Let it go, Rosanna. That's all behind us. I never once blamed you." "Really? You mean that?

You're the only brother I could ever ask for," Rosanna replied, burying her face in his shoulder, her voice small and raw. But her thoughts told a different story. Inside, she scoffed at his cluelessness, silently cursing him for not suspecting Maia. Frustration simmered within her. She was tired of pretending to play the devoted sister, tired of the act altogether. Fresh content live on gαℓησvls․cøm All she wanted was for Jarrod to become her weapon-to take Maia down for her. In truth, Rosanna had long cut the Morgan family out of her heart. Now she wore the name Mrs.

Nelson, and that was the only identity she claimed. "Jarrod, we can't change the past, and what matters now is finding out what's really going on." Rosanna's tone softened, but she carefully nudged him in the direction she wanted. "You asked if Maia truly hates the Morgans-I don't have the answer. But we both know Dad and Mom went up into those mountains for her sake. And you know what? Every single time I felt like I might finally get ahead of Maia, something strange happened, something that made me feel so unlucky." She dropped her gaze, her voice falling to a whisper.

"Have you ever felt that? Like invisible forces are always working against you?" "Unlucky? Invisible forces? Working against you?" Jarrod echoed, picking up on every word. "That's exactly it," Rosanna answered quickly. "It's almost impossible to explain. Maybe Maia just has extraordinary luck on her side, or maybe..." . . .