Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 704: Meanwhile, Rosanna finally finished her shower. Still swaddled in a towel, she stared into the bathroom mirror. Her damp hair clung to her cheeks, giving her a wild, unfamiliar look. A stranger's face stared back at her - eyes void of light, lips drained of color. Rubbing her hair with a towel, Rosanna heard her stomach rumble, loud and insistent. She had gone the entire day without a single meal, and now a wave of weakness washed over her from head to toe. A call drifted up from downstairs, Sandra's voice sweet as syrup. "Rosanna, dinner's ready.

I made all your favorites tonight." Uncertainty flickered across Rosanna's face, but she slipped into her pajamas and made her way downstairs all the same. Crossing the threshold into the dining room, her eyes widened at the sight of a feast - dish after steaming dish, each carrying the scent of home. Every plate on the table was something she had always craved. Nostalgia stung the back of her nose, emotion swirling just beneath the surface. For a fleeting moment, her ragged arrival and everything she had endured faded away.

Instead, this scene looked almost enchanted, as if she had stumbled back into a cherished dream. Richard's voice greeted her with unexpected warmth, the earlier tension wiped away. "Why are you just standing there? Come here and sit with us. You must be hungry by now." Sandra's welcoming smile followed, her hand slipping into Rosanna's as she gently steered her toward the table. "Don't let your thoughts wander. Just eat, sweetheart. Everything's been kept hot just for you." Something in Rosanna felt patched together, as if all her shattered pieces were being gently gathered.

She took her seat, hands still shaking as she reached for her fork and tasted the first bite. The familiar flavors carried her back through years of memories. "Dad, Mom... I appreciate it," she whispered, barely lifting her gaze. Exclusive updates gαlησνℯℓs.cøm "There's nothing to thank us for. You'll always be our daughter. Looking after you is what we do," said Sandra, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. A gentle smile curved Richard's lips. "Eat well, get your rest, and don't trouble yourself with anything else.

We'll handle the rest." The mingling scents of food and affection hung in the air, wrapping Rosanna in a cocoon of belonging that she hadn't felt in so long. Between the comfort on her plate and her parents' gentle encouragement, a fragile warmth returned to her heart. Without warning, the room began to tilt. Darkness swept over her vision. A heartbeat later, she slumped forward onto the table, consciousness slipping away. A sharp clatter echoed across the room as Rosanna's utensils slipped from her fingers and hit the floor. . . .