Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 689: "Maia!" His knees struck the cold marble with a weighty thud, the sound echoing like a muted drumbeat of desperation. "For seventeen years, we raised you. Doesn't that mean anything? I'm begging you - please, come back. Let us start over. We can rebuild from the ashes!" Maia stopped, turning her head slightly. Her face showed no flicker of emotion. Her voice was low, yet carried the weight of a sealed verdict. "My parents died a long time ago. Mr. Morgan, Mrs. Morgan... please try to hold on to your dignity." And she walked away without a backward glance.

Pattie shot the pair a look of pure scorn, let out a cold snort, and quickly followed after Maia. Sandra made a move to chase again, but this time, Maxwell stepped in, his arm like a gate drawn closed. The lightheartedness had vanished from his expression. His tone was steel. "I'll say this only once. Keep hounding Maia, and you'll have more than a lawsuit to worry about. There will be consequences - and you won't like them." Maxwell's words struck like ice, draining the color from Sandra's face as she froze mid-step.

Richard's displeasure flickered across his features, though he swallowed his words, unwilling to voice his objections. A cold snort escaped Maxwell's lips before he pivoted, resuming his pursuit of Maia with renewed determination. Just then, Vince burst onto the scene. Raw desperation blazed in his reddened eyes as he shouldered past Maxwell and the others, positioning himself directly in Maia's path. "Maia." Vince's fingers closed around her hand, his voice thick with anguish. "I was wrong. I was completely, utterly wrong.

That vile woman Rosanna twisted my judgment, made me blind to the truth. Scream at me, strike me if that can make you feel better. I deserve every bit of your fury. But please, don't leave me, okay?" Get lost in stories on gⱯlnσνℓs﹒ Without warning, he dropped to one knee, his hand trembling as he produced an elegant velvet box. Before the stunned onlookers, he revealed a brilliant diamond ring. "Maia, clarity has finally pierced through my foolishness. You've always been the one who owns my heart. Without you, I'm nothing but an empty shell!

I can't live without you." Originally, he'd planned to propose during Maia's darkest hour, believing that vulnerability would make her malleable, desperate enough to cling to his affection. But what had unfolded shattered those calculations. Maia stood unbroken, untouchable. Panic clawed at Vince's chest. If she slipped away now, he sensed with crushing certainty that she would be lost to him forever. . . .