Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 589: Axell's notorious reputation went far beyond simply beating his ex-wife to the point of hospitalization. Stories of his cruel treatment of lovers had long circulated - using belts to choke them, pouring scalding water, even whipping them with hot wax. He was the stuff of nightmares. All of this was meant for Maia. Never once had Rosanna imagined that she'd be the one facing this fate. Now, her own parents wanted to hand her over to Axell like she was nothing more than a bargaining chip.

A flood of humiliation, dread, regret, and raw fear crashed over her, making her stomach turn. She opened her mouth, wanting to voice these horrifying truths, but the words wouldn't come out. She knew clearly that even if she spoke, Richard and Sandra would never take her seriously. They'd just say that she was overreacting, being unreasonable, unable to see things for what they were. Rosanna squeezed her eyes shut, gave a small shake of her head, and said out loud, "No.

I won't do it." Richard, no longer able to hold back his frustration, braced himself and addressed Rosanna in a stern, heavy tone. "Do you have any idea what you're saying? Jarrod is still locked up, and we've tried everything. Without Axell's forgiveness, Jarrod will be sentenced in just two weeks." The warmth drained from his voice, leaving it icy. and stern as he added, "You're his sister, Rosanna. You can't just sit by and watch this happen." "That's right," Sandra interjected without hesitation. "You've stirred up such a mess that there's no way to quiet everyone down.

We're drowning in this, too. If you refuse to marry Axell, what do you expect to do with your life now?" At last, tears spilled over, but Rosanna didn't wail. She simply collapsed in on herself, the silence more devastating than any scream. She sank to the floor, arms wrapping around her head as she curled up tightly, her entire body trembling. Lᴉtєst ϲhαptєrs in glnovl.o "This is all Maia's fault! She's the one behind everything, so why am I being made to pay for it?" Rosanna's words came out in a desperate, piercing shriek.

A sudden surge of strength shot through her, and she grabbed the nearest glass vase, hurling it to the floor with wild, reckless force. Without warning, she ran to the window, flung it open, and climbed halfway out, the night air swirling around her. "I'm not going to be sold off to that monster. If you force me, I swear I'll jump!" "Rosanna!" Sandra exclaimed, her voice trembling with panic. Richard's face went pale in an instant. His voice snapped sharply and commanding, "Get down right now!

Don't you even think about it!" Anger and fear boiled over as Sandra turned around and struck Richard. "This is all your fault! If Rosanna does anything to herself, I'll go with her!" Step by cautious step, Richard moved closer. Meanwhile, Rosanna stretched out further, her fingers clutching the frame so tightly they turned pale. Her eyes flickered wildly, scanning the scene around her. "Don't come any closer!" Rosanna shouted, her entire body trembling as she clung to the window. "Okay, okay! Forget about Axell.

We'll figure something else out!" Richard finally gave in, his frustration giving way to desperation. By the time the sky darkened, Rosanna's storm of emotion had passed. She drifted into an exhausted sleep, nestled in Sandra's embrace. Elsewhere, the living room was thick with smoke. Richard sat in silence, chain-smoking cigarettes, the ashtray overflowing with the proof of his unrest. . . .