Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 752: Her entire body ached as if it had been broken apart, the burning pain below making sure she could not forget a single moment. All through those dark hours, Axell - that repulsive monster - had brutalized her without pause, treating her like livestock for slaughter. She wasn't the proud Morgan family daughter anymore. Now she was just a broken toy for others to use. But she refused to resign herself to this fate. After lying there all day, Rosanna finally understood the truth. There was no going back. She sat up slowly, looking down at her bruised body.

This was all she had left now. The reality hit her hard, and she hugged her knees, sobbing once more. That awful man was her only choice now. She would have to endure him, make him like her, and somehow become his wife as quickly as possible. Only then could she use Axell's and the Nelson family's power to get back at Richard and Sandra for throwing her away - and at Maia for stealing seventeen years of her life. "Maia, you vile woman. Just wait and see what's coming for you!" The door burst open with a crash.

Axell walked in wearing nothing but a bathrobe, satisfaction written across his face. Last night had been quite the entertainment. But when he saw Rosanna's tear-stained cheeks, his expression soured with annoyance. "Still crying?" "What's the point of all these tears?" Rosanna looked up at him, fighting the sick feeling in her stomach. She bit her lip, wiped her face, and asked quietly, "Will you really marry me, Axell?" Axell paused. She had been nothing more than a night's amusement to him. Marriage? The idea seemed absurd.

Your favorite updates gⱯlnσνℯls․com To him, Rosanna was just another sex partner at best, a convenient plaything. But looking at her delicate face streaked with tears, something stirred in his chest. His breathing grew heavier. "Marry you?" He moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed. His fingers caught her chin, forcing her to look up as he smiled coldly. "That all depends on how good you are to me. Keep me happy, and maybe - just maybe - I'll think about it." With that, he leaned in, pressing her down against the mattress once more. This time, Rosanna offered no resistance.

Instead, she closed her eyes and slowly lifted her arms to embrace him, responding to his touch with calculated compliance. A lone tear traced silently down her cheek. There was no other path available to her now. If revenge was what she sought, she would have to fight her way out of this nightmare one brutal step at a time. The cost didn't matter. The methods didn't matter. Even if she had to sacrifice every piece of herself to get there, nothing else held meaning anymore.

As long as she could someday destroy them all with her own two hands - every person who had wronged her, cast her aside, betrayed her trust - and watch them crumble into nothing, then all of this agony would serve its purpose. Her voice emerged soft yet unshakeable in its resolve. "I will, Axell. I'll give you everything you want. I'll make myself so essential that you won't be able to imagine life without me." . . .