Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 587: With the clock ticking mercilessly toward fifteen days, Richard felt the squeeze - like being caught in quicksand, where struggle only sinks you faster. Gritting his teeth and swallowing his pride, he muttered, "Alright. I'll go back and speak with Rosanna." Axell's mood flipped again like a switch. He beamed. "Excellent! No problem at all." His thoughts drifted to Rosanna's graceful figure, and he found himself impatient to claim what he'd been promised. With a casual wave of his hand, he turned to the butler standing nearby.

"Show them out." After leaving the Nelson estate behind, Richard and Sandra rushed home, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. They stood outside Rosanna's bedroom door, hesitant, as though the wood itself might lash out if they knocked. Richard cast a sidelong glance at Sandra, his lips pressing into a thin, uncertain line. "Maybe... maybe you should be the one to talk to her," he murmured, his voice brittle. "You're closer to her than I am. It might be easier for her to hear this from you." He hesitated, then exhaled deeply, the breath sounding like defeat.

"Just tell her it's the only path left to protect both her brother and her own future. We're out of moves, Sandra. I believe she'll understand - she has to." Sandra's eyes flared with frustration as she turned to him, fists clenched by her sides. "Richard! You're her father. Let's not forget that you were the one who made this deal. Are you really going to shrink away now, when she needs the truth from both of us? Absolutely not. We go in there together." Before either of them could knock, the door creaked open.

Rosanna, drawn by hunger, had come out in search of food - only to find her parents frozen outside her room, wearing expressions heavy with guilt and urgency. : gⲁⳑν﹒ⅽ "Mom? Dad? What's going on?" she asked warily. Her gaze was hollow, the kind of emptiness that builds walls instead of bridges. Recalling her recent emotional outbursts, Richard and Sandra exchanged a loaded glance. After a beat, Sandra took the lead, her tone careful, like someone walking barefoot across glass. "Rosanna, we need to talk," she began, gently. Her voice softened even more.

"I know things have been unbearable for you lately. But we need to think about what comes next - for your future." She paused, her eyes scanning Rosanna's face for any sign of openness. Seeing no immediate reaction on Rosanna's face, Sandra glanced at Richard and continued, every word chosen like a fragile thread. "Your father and I discussed... There's someone willing to accept you, to give you a stable life. You wouldn't have to carry this burden alone anymore. Would you consider it?" Rosanna's hand began to tremble, the movement sharp, like a tremor beneath the surface.

She knew that she'd fallen from grace, her hopes of marrying into prestige reduced to ashes. Who could possibly want her now? Wait. Could it be...? She recoiled, a chill slithering down her spine. "You don't mean..." Richard stepped forward, seizing her hand as if to anchor her. His jaw tightened. "Rosanna, listen to me - Axell is divorced now." The words struck her like lightning through bone. She'd suspected as much, but never let herself believe it. Color drained from her face. Her fingers twitched, fragile as paper in a storm. "You want me to marry Axell?

Have you lost your minds?" she screamed, voice laced with hysteria. "I'd rather die than become his wife!" . . .