Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1211 Chapter 1213: Over the years, Anti had crafted countless false identities for herself, but only this one made her feel like a bird finally able to fly, a fish gliding through boundless currents, a human being worthy of existence. "They're not my parents... No. They can't be." Tears carved hot paths down Anti's cheeks as she curled into herself, knees drawn tight to her chest, trembling as she repeated the words like a broken prayer. In that fragile moment, her elaborate masquerade crumbled completely.

The persona she had painstakingly built dissolved, and she became what she truly was-a pitiful, broken girl from a small, forgotten town the world had left behind. After what felt like an eternity of drowning in silence, Anti slowly lifted her head. Her gaze drifted across the room and settled on the unfinished jewelry sketches scattered across her desk. Suddenly, she began to speak, her voice soft and hypnotic, as though she were narrating a fairy tale or casting a spell over herself. "I am Anti, the founder of Annie Crystal.

My father is the CEO of a prestigious listed company, my mother a celebrated artist. Our family lives in a magnificent villa, complete with a shimmering swimming pool, a lush garden bursting with color, and everyone adores me..." But before she could finish the fantasy, her eyes shifted-turning cold and sharp as winter glass. This wasn't the confident, radiant girl who had dazzled guests at the soirée, nor the shattered girl who had just wept into her knees. This was something new, something dangerous-an unfamiliar Anti, armed with venomous intent.

It was as if she had peeled away one mask only to slide another, darker one into place. A vicious expression settled across her features like frost. Her voice dropped to a whisper, cold and deadly, carrying a menace that seemed to freeze the air itself. "If only the real Anti were dead. Then I could keep pretending forever, without fear." She paused, letting the thought breathe and expand in the silence.

Then she murmured in that same glacial tone, "It would be even better if everyone who knew the real her simply disappeared, too." Fresh updates loaded gαℓησνs․cøm At three in the morning, in Erygan Hospital, Jarrod stood in the doorway of the room, his final gaze lingering on his parents-motionless in their comas. The monitor's green glow washed over their pale faces, lending them the stillness of ancient statues. The last few days had stretched into an eternity, each second suffocating him with a despair so profound it felt physical.

Every time he closed his eyes, memories dragged him back to the days before Maia's release from prison. Back then, even with his parents' constant scolding, he had still known a measure of happiness. Now, the silence was absolute, broken only by the relentless, monotonous beep of the machines. "Dad, Mom... I'm leaving," Jarrod whispered, his voice a ragged scrape. The words hung in the sterile air. He hefted the heavy case containing the crossbow and trudged out into the night. The Morgan residence was gone-sealed and slated for auction to cover their crushing debts. . . .