Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 581: As they reached Rosanna's door, Sandra raised her hand to knock, only to freeze when a loud crash echoed from inside. The sharp sound of glass shattering sent panic rushing through their veins. Richard broke out in a cold sweat. "Rosanna! What are you doing? Don't - don't do anything foolish!" Sandra's hands shook as she gripped the doorknob. "Rosanna! Please, don't scare me like this... I'm begging you, don't hurt yourself!" Thankfully, she still had the spare key. They fumbled with the lock and finally pushed the door open. What greeted them was a scene of chaos.

Furniture overturned, sunlight catching on broken glass scattered across the floor like fallen stars. The window had been smashed, the wind now sweeping freely through the room like a restless ghost. Rosanna sat slumped on the floor, drenched and disheveled. Her hair clung to her skin, her whole body trembling like a leaf in a storm. Her lips, bitten near to bleeding, twisted in alternating sobs and manic laughter. When she finally looked up and saw her parents, she screamed - not with fear, but with fury. "Leave! Just get out! I don't ever want to see either of you again!

Just leave me alone!" After the events at the birthday banquet, Rosanna spent the entire night locked in the bathroom, showering again and again. Once wasn't enough. Twice didn't help. She lost count after a dozen times, yet she couldn't stop herself. Her skin turned ghostly pale and shriveled from hours of relentless scrubbing, but every time she stepped out, the urge to rush back in overwhelmed her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to wash off the shame, the feeling of being exposed and judged. Worse still, with each rinse, the sense of disgust only grew.

Axell's presence clung to her, sinking deeper than skin, haunting her from the inside out. None of this was supposed to happen to her. In her mind, it was always meant for Maia. Even now, she couldn't understand how the nightmare had switched places. More content now at gⱯlησvℯs․com The gossip online, the whispers from the house staff, and the rumors about bets on when she'd end up in a psych ward had left her hanging by a thread. Still, she desperately hoped that Mariana would come and help her. Her voice raw with desperation, she dialed Mariana's number. "Mariana, please... I'm begging you.

Help me!" What finally broke Rosanna was Mariana's ice-cold reply. "Who are you supposed to be? Why would I waste my time on you? Know your place. Don't ever call me again, and don't go around telling people you know me. Otherwise, you'll wish you didn't." The words shattered Rosanna completely. With one swift move, Mariana blocked her from her WhatsApp contacts, cutting her out of her life without a second thought. Rosanna didn't even have the strength to scream threats or promises of revenge; she no longer knew what she even had left. "It's all Maia's fault! Why won't anyone listen?

She did this! She's the one who ruined me! She took everything from me!" Suddenly, Rosanna staggered to her feet and moved toward the window, lost in a haze of anguish. Richard and Sandra lunged forward, grabbing hold of her before she could do anything reckless. Rosanna crumpled in their arms, her sobs turning wild and desperate. "I can't do anything right. I can't even end it all..." "Don't talk like that, Rosanna!" Sandra's voice trembled, her eyes red-rimmed as she clung tightly to her daughter. "If you give up now, you'll be giving Maia exactly what she wants.

As long as you're still here, there's a chance to turn things around!" "No matter what anyone says, you're still our daughter, Rosanna!" Richard's face was etched with worry. "I believe you. If Maia really set you up, we'll make sure she pays for it, one way or another." . . .