Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 1214 Chapter 1216: For a moment, Raegan stared at the message, feeling oddly absurd. Her earlier annoyance had sprung entirely from the false idea of Austen having another woman. Even without caring for him that way, the sudden pang in her chest came from an enemy who did not exist. "Austen..." Raegan remembered his earnest confession and let out a gentle laugh. "You really are a liar." Inside the Nelson family's villa master bedroom, Rosanna hid beneath the blankets, her phone clutched to her chest as her eyes stayed locked on the glowing screen. It was well past midnight.

She assumed Raegan was already asleep, certain no reply would come until morning. Still, she couldn't stop opening the chat again and again, each glance sparking an eager thrill she couldn't shake. She had worshipped Anti for three long years, and even though she had crossed paths with her, missing the chance to truly connect left her more devastated than any heartbreak. At last, as night bled into dawn, her phone trembled with a fresh notification. Rosanna sprang upright. "Apologies, but I can't reveal that." Her excitement collapsed the instant her eyes swept over the words.

Again and again, Raegan's face surfaced in her mind. That unbearable woman. She was keeping it all to herself. Before Rosanna could stew any longer, her phone erupted with a piercing ring. She answered at once. "Whoever passed my number along didn't bother asking me first." Raegan's voice, thick with sleep, carried a faint edge of mockery. "And honestly, you should know better than to disturb someone in the dead of night." "I apologize. I just couldn't contain myself." Rosanna swallowed her irritation and forced her tone sweet.

"If sharing her number isn't possible, could you at least tell me which hotel she's staying at? Please-if you ever need a favor and I'm able, I'll do it for you." Raegan kept the phone close to her ear, studying the woman's voice. Something about it felt familiar. gαℓησνℓs․com is your story source "Are you Axell's wife, by any chance?" she asked, a cautious note slipping in. "Yes. I'm Rosanna, Axell's wife," came the quick reply. At the name, Raegan's curiosity sharpened. So this was the Morgan family's true daughter. Rumors had long circulated that Maia's imprisonment had been her doing.

If Rosanna truly had no idea Maia had never served time, then she might be exactly the kind of person eager to expose her at the charity gala. "I've heard of you, and you've left me with a decent impression." Raegan's tone softened, though she cloaked her thoughts in careful hesitation. "The truth is, Anti is the kind of genius who prefers to remain hidden from the public eye." "Please! I swear she'll never hear it from me. I'll make it look like we met by chance," Rosanna insisted, realizing that as long as Raegan hadn't ended the call, there was still hope. . . .