Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 431: Elvira gave a careless shrug. "Anyway, I'm just being honest. Roland left for Wront as soon as he heard about your wedding. If you think he doesn't care about you, no one would believe that." And there it was again, back to the same subject. But then Maia recalled the day Roland had shown up at her door, demanding answers and even proposing marriage. A thought struck her. Could Roland actually have feelings for her? But that seemed impossible! Roland had always kept a cool, distant demeanor, making it clear that he wasn't easy to approach. He'd treated her the same way.

In fact, over all these years, the total number of words he'd spoken to her likely didn't even reach fifty. "Elvira, there's no chance anything will happen between Roland and me," Maia said with conviction. Her head felt like it was pounding harder, but she remembered Zoey's instructions and quickly added, "And can you figure out a way to get him back to Drakmire as soon as possible?" Elvira was taken aback. This was going nothing like she had expected. Still, for Maia's sake, she decided to play the role of matchmaker. "Maia, don't be so quick to shut the door on this.

What's so great about your so-called husband? Are you really that attached to him? What does he have that Roland doesn't?" Maia paused for a moment, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "So? The recipe..." "Okay, okay, I get it," Elvira said, rubbing her forehead and quickly conceding. "I'll call him." Once she hung up with Elvira, Maia let out a deep breath, feeling the tension lift. She didn't care about Roland's feelings toward her. As long as he did as she asked and returned to Drakmire, staying out of Wront, they could go their separate ways without crossing paths.

With that, the task Zoey had assigned her would be considered complete. gⱯlnσνs﹒оm opens doors to fiction At the Cooper Mansion, chaos reigned. Antique items lay shattered, and expensive jewelry was scattered everywhere. The servants moved quietly, absorbed in their task of cleaning up the mess. The day before, Mariana had come home, furious beyond belief. She had been yelling someone's name repeatedly. While it wasn't uncommon for her to lose her temper, this time she had gone too far. She had nearly destroyed everything in her room.

At first, the servants hesitated, unsure whether to intervene. But Kolton had instructed them to wait, telling them to clean up once Mariana had calmed down. Mariana awoke close to noon, her stomach growling. The night before, after returning from the Cooper Group's cocktail party, she had been in a state of utter distress. Consumed by shame, she hadn't been able to sleep a wink. The realization that she had lost the prestigious Aurora Apparel Company to Maia kept replaying in her mind. Now, she was certain that everyone would turn against her, looking down on her.

Her emotions had spiraled out of control. She had thrown objects around the room, as though aiming them at Maia, and raged for what seemed like hours, destroying everything in her path before finally collapsing into an uneasy sleep. Still groggy, Mariana forced herself to change and drag herself downstairs. As she reached the dining room door, the smell of food hit her. Inside, she found Claudius eating. Sunlight streamed through the decorative glass windows, casting a soft glow on him as he ate with calm elegance.

A servant swiftly served him steak and wine, and the entire scene felt as though it had been painted. Sensing Mariana's gaze, Claudius paused, glanced at her briefly, then continued eating without acknowledging her further. The message from Rosanna the night before flashed in Mariana's mind, reigniting her fury. She marched over to Claudius and grabbed the hand holding the fork. "Claudius, have you fallen for Maia?" . . .