Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 612: Kolton suspected that his son saw the same thing. Perhaps that was why Claudius had begun pursuing Maia despite her marital status. Claudius wasn't reckless with his heart. Kolton had ensured that he was raised with the kind of discipline and ambition that surpassed most. This wasn't some boyish crush - this was about power, influence, and legacy. And if Maia became a liability, Kolton knew without a doubt that Claudius would remove her from the equation entirely. With this in mind, he reached for the phone with a decisive hand. "Start full surveillance on Maia.

I want the secret guards to keep track of her every move." "Make sure to update me on Maia's every movement the moment you discover anything." Kolton's voice dropped to a razor's edge as his eyes narrowed into slits. "And dig deep into that Mr. M who dared send Maia gifts at yesterday's Morgan family banquet." "Understood." The call ended with a sharp click. Kolton turned toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, his reflection ghostlike against the glass as his mind churned through possibilities. Recent events had begun forming a pattern that set his nerves on edge.

Dark clouds devoured the moonlight above, mirroring the cold calculation that slowly carved itself across his features. No one would obstruct his path. Anyone foolish enough to try would discover the true cost of defiance. Elsewhere, midnight crept closer like a tide. Even the most enchanting evenings must surrender to dawn, and tonight's celebration had finally begun its end. Every story unfolds at gαℓησνs． "Maia, my brother and I should take our leave now." Elvira's fingers lingered around Maia's hand, reluctant to break their connection. Drawing closer, she lowered her voice to a whisper.

"I managed a few words with my brother earlier. I can't promise miracles, but he shouldn't trouble you for some time." Confusion flickered across Maia's features as she searched Elvira's eyes. Whatever magic Elvira had worked on Roland remained a mystery, but the reprieve it offered felt like breathing freely after holding her breath underwater. "Thank you. Travel safely tomorrow." Maia pulled Elvira into an embrace. Elvira's smile carried a hint of melancholy as her gaze drifted toward Chris, who maintained his quiet vigil nearby. She could only hope that Maia's judgment was right.

Should Chris ever shatter her trust, Elvira would ensure that he understood the true meaning of consequences. Chris caught the weight of her stare and responded with the faintest smile, almost amused by her unspoken warning. Maxwell's approach interrupted the moment, his presence commanding attention as he stopped before Elvira. He scratched his head sheepishly, pulling out his phone with a grin. "Dr. Cullen, we had that agreement earlier, right? You promised me a proper check-up." His eyes sparkled with hope. "How about we swap numbers?

I'll swing by first thing tomorrow morning - I've got nothing else going on. After we're done, I can drive you to the airport." Elvira shot an uncomfortable glance at Maia before her gaze returned to Maxwell. She had just learned from Maia that despite his black market ties, Maxwell was loyal and trustworthy - if unconventional. He was also one of Maia's few reliable friends in Wront. Since Maia trusted him, Elvira realized that her instinctive wariness made little sense.

Still, Maxwell had thoroughly disrupted her plans tonight, constantly hovering around her in a way that left her unaccountably irritated. "Dr. Cullen?" Maxwell waved his hand in front of her face. "You okay? Too much wine tonight? Can't have you like this tomorrow. Maybe you should postpone your flight and get some rest. If tomorrow's no good, I can always catch you on my next trip to Drakmire." Elvira looked up at Maxwell, who stood a full head taller than her. After a moment's hesitation, she couldn't come up with a valid reason to refuse him.

Finally, she gave in and shared her phone number. As long as she treated Maxwell like any other patient and didn't dwell on tonight's awkwardness, everything would be fine. . . .