Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 281: Seeing Jarrod still clinging stubbornly to his beliefs, Pattie let out a laugh - a laugh bitter enough to curdle milk. The corners of her mouth twitched in disbelief. Maia had been right all along. The Morgans were a family with hearts as cold and hard as marble. Speaking to them was like throwing words down a bottomless well.

Pattie's sharp words stirred up a storm of painful memories inside Maia. She pulled her arm free from Pattie's grasp, letting her sleeve fall back down, as if drawing a curtain over an old wound. Lowering her gaze, she spoke, her voice as soft and final as falling ash. "The Maia Morgan you once knew is no more. There's no need to dig up old ghosts. I have nothing to do with the Morgan family now."

The murmurs among the onlookers grew louder, a restless sea of whispers.

"People used to say Maia was ungrateful, but how could the Morgans not even know the true identity of the daughter they raised for seventeen years? Did they ever truly care?" "And just look at Rosanna! Wearing a custom MCN gown… Isn't that the height of irony?"

"Her own sister is MCN's lead designer, and yet she ran to cozy up to Mariana, parading herself like a peacock. She's so desperate to climb the social ladder."

"I'm starting to believe Rosanna's more calculating than she lets on…"

Rosanna's smile stiffened into a brittle mask as the whispers reached her ears. This wasn't how the story was supposed to unfold. Maia wasn't just K - she was also Eileen, MCN's lead designer.

The Blue Sea, the design Rosanna had coveted the most, had been created by Maia!

So it was true. Maia really was an MCN Supreme VIP. That was why Maia had the authority to blacklist her from MCN entirely.

Rosanna's eyes dropped to the custom MCN gown she wore, once a symbol of pride, now a shackle of shame. Humiliation washed over her, sweeping away every ounce of pretense. Her face turned ashen, her heart stumbled in its rhythm, and her legs shook under the weight of realization.

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But today was her engagement party. She couldn't afford to crumble now. No matter how fierce the storm, she had to plaster on a brave face.

Balling her trembling fists, Rosanna forced herself to stand tall. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Pattie's sharp gaze sliced through her, and her mocking smile twisted like a dagger.

"Miss Morgan," Pattie said, her voice cold enough to freeze rivers, "MCN has officially blacklisted you. You no longer have the right to wear any of their designs."

A steely glint flashed in Pattie's eyes as she added, her words hammering the final nail, "Now, I must ask you to remove that dress."

The air inside the grand hall seemed to freeze solid, as if someone had snuffed out its warmth with a single breath, and a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Whispers surged like waves across the room.

"Did MCN just blacklist Rosanna? This news is like a bolt from the blue!"

"Everyone knows MCN doesn't blacklist a client without grave cause. Only those with truly appalling behavior or rotten character ever face that fate."

"So what could Rosanna have done? How bad must it be to get blacklisted? Even though Ms. Miller is a friend of Maia's, I doubt she would act impulsively and blacklist Rosanna just to avenge Maia. As MCN's owner, she surely has reasonable motivation for everything she does and won't risk its reputation."

"Rosanna always seemed so polished and graceful. Was it all just smoke and mirrors?"

Every word was a needle piercing Rosanna's ears. Her face burned red with rage and shame, turning an angry shade of purple.

She scanned the hall, catching sight of guests whose once-friendly eyes now brimmed with suspicion and contempt. It was unthinkable. Her carefully staged engagement party was crumbling around her, wrecked within minutes - all thanks to Maia and Pattie's schemes.

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