Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 810: Her words cut through the air, sharp and knowing, as if she could peer straight into Raegan's soul. She sensed the flicker of truth Raegan tried to bury beneath her charm. Raegan's shoulders relaxed, and she let out a mock huff. "You always read me like a book, don't you? I texted him, and it has been nearly a day with no reply." Kiley's lips twitched. "Is that so?" She eased the laptop onto the side table and turned to Raegan, pulling her closer. Her fingers traced lazy circles along Raegan's waist, a gesture both tender and possessive. "Maybe you should play coy.

Let him chase you until he's tripping over himself to win you over." "You're probably right," Raegan said, her tone light but distracted. She nestled into Kiley's embrace, savoring the warmth. Kiley's gaze softened, though a flicker of curiosity lingered. "I cannot fathom what man could resist you," she mused, her voice low. Tilting her head, she studied Raegan's delicate features. "What is his name? Need a little nudge from me?" Raegan swatted Kiley's arm, a teasing glint in her eyes. "No chance! What if you steal him?

You're the real heartbreaker." Her gaze drifted over Kiley's form, the silk pajamas clinging to her curves like a second skin, every line radiating elegance. Kiley chuckled, her fingers pausing on Raegan's waist. "You think so little of yourself?" Her tone shifted, firm and resolute. "Rest easy. Men hold no appeal for me. They only clutter my path to success." Raegan's laughter bubbled up, bright and genuine. "Anyone else saying that, I would call it hot air. But you? I believe it." She leaned back, the tension between them dissolving into easy banter.

Their laughter filled the suite, a fleeting reprieve from the undercurrents swirling beneath their words. Then Raegan's gaze flicked to the laptop, her voice dropping. "So, what is the story with Maia?" Kiley's eyes narrowed, her stare fixed on the screen. "I am not certain, but something is off. Before she went to prison, she was just an ordinary woman. After her release, she suddenly carried multiple identities - the genius composer K, and MCN's chief designer Eileen.

It feels as though she became someone entirely different, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, completely reinventing herself." : gν․ⅽ She paused, closing her eyes as if recalling something, then continued, "It is like that painting titled 'Rebirth.' She has gained a new life. That painting might truly be hers, and I am beginning to believe that Matias Watts is indeed her." Raegan's eyes gleamed, her mind racing. "If that is true, Maia feels like a piece moved into play by someone else." She propped her chin in her hand, mulling it over.

"If Maia is Matias, can your sister truly outshine her in tomorrow's live painting contest?" Kiley's smile brimmed with confidence. "Absolutely. My sister will triumph. Tomorrow's competition is live; Maia cannot fake her way through it." Raegan tilted her head, her thoughts aligning. "So, you think Maia's achievements - her painting included - are not her own?" The idea settled in her mind, far more plausible than Maia mastering such skill in four short years. But a warning echoed in Raegan's head: the leader's sharp voice cautioning her not to cross Maia.

Could it be that even The Mask's leader was wary of Maia? Did Maia wield a power far greater than any of them knew? Her voice turned sly. "Maybe she crossed paths with someone powerful in prison. Or perhaps a hidden force is pulling her strings." Kiley's head snapped toward Raegan, her amber eyes glinting with suspicion. "You never care about women, Raegan, but Maia has your attention. That is not like you." She leaned closer, her voice icy. "Are you keeping something from me? And where were you tonight? My bodyguards said they hadn't seen you leave the hotel." . . .

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