Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 870: That simple promise cut through her panic like sunlight breaking the dark. Neither spoke again. Vince had lost all touch with reason, gambling every innocent life on his obsession. He never once paused to consider what came after. Catching Chris's presence, Vince shot him a venomous glare. "Shut your mouth, you pathetic idiot! This is between me and Maia!" An eerie stillness clung to Vince for a heartbeat before his face twisted into something even more deranged. Sudden, booming laughter erupted again, louder, wilder.

"Maia, will you marry me?" he shouted, his smile crazed and wide, as he dropped fully to one knee before her. In front of a captive audience, Vince clung to the remote with white-knuckled determination, his other hand fumbling in his pocket until he pulled out a ring - every movement executed with the precision of a scene rehearsed countless times in his mind. His words rang out, clear enough for everyone to hear. Gasps and shouts rippled through the crowd. "Whoa! Vince is proposing to Maia in front of everyone!" That smug grin returned as Vince declared, "Maia, I mean it.

This time, you have to believe me." Every line of his expression radiated frantic obsession. He dipped his head, voice lowering to a chilling murmur. "Say yes now, come with me, and these people go free." Shock surged through Maia, her eyes narrowing with dread. There was no escape left for her. If she refused, Vince - in his unhinged state - might press the remote at any moment. It was a gamble she couldn't afford to risk. Chris, sensing the tremor in her body, leaned closer and whispered, steady and unwavering, "You're not alone.

I'm right here." : ⲅν․ Those gentle words cut through her terror like a lifeline, anchoring her spiraling thoughts. Neither dared to speak again. Vince was far beyond reason, his mind fractured, rational thought lost to reckless desperation. Chris drew another venomous glare from Vince, who spat, "Mind your own business! You don't belong in this! This is between me and Maia!" Maia stretched her arm out, holding Chris back, and stepped forward. Her voice was calm, deliberate, every syllable measured. "Let me handle this." She faced Vince directly, her tone steady but firm. "Vince, think.

Do you understand the disaster you're creating for yourself right now?" Her words reached for whatever fragments of sanity still lingered in him, but nothing shifted. For the briefest moment, doubt flickered across Vince's face - but it vanished just as quickly. A bitter laugh broke from him, sorrow clouding his eyes, his voice raw and ragged. . . . Message from Noah: Nice friday for you dear ones. God loves you and Noah wishes you all the best. („• ֊ •„)੭ .