Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 874: Sandra, drawn by the commotion, hurried over. When her eyes fell on Richard's phone, she froze, as though jolted awake from a nightmare. It felt as if time itself had twisted back four years - to when Maia, still the Morgan family's daughter, stood faithfully beside Vince and the two had ended up together. But now, Maia was already married to someone else. And Vince was proposing to her at this very moment. Had he completely lost his mind? Beside them, Jarrod sprang to his feet. "Dad, Mom, look - Maia's reaction seems off." He squinted at the live feed, frowning. "Look!

She doesn't seem willing at all. Isn't she trying to stop Vince from doing something rash? Could it be... Vince is threatening her somehow?" Richard's brows furrowed deeper. He stared at the screen, piecing things together. Then his eyes sharpened. "Exactly. Maia clearly isn't on board - she's trying to calm him down. What in the world is happening?" Just then, a thought - half born of gossip, half borrowed from melodramas - struck Sandra. Her face paled. "Could it be... is Vince threatening to jump off a building if Maia says no?

Is that why she keeps trying to stop him?" For a heartbeat, the room fell heavy with silence. Sandra's idea, outrageous as it sounded, felt disturbingly possible. Jarrod's expression turned grave. He glanced from the live stream to his mother, disbelief and worry mixing in his gaze. "No way... has Vince really gone off the deep end?" Meanwhile, at the Cooper Group headquarters. In the hushed stillness of the top-floor office, Claudius sat behind his desk, eyes locked on the computer screen, his face a careful mask that betrayed nothing.

He clutched a pen so tightly it threatened to splinter, yet he hadn't written a single word. : ⳑν⍿ The live stream filled the center of his screen. Vince, wild-eyed and desperate, was laying his heart bare in public. "Maia, will you marry me?" The pen snapped cleanly under Claudius' clenched fingers. Still, he forced himself to remain silent, keeping a veneer of composure. But within, his thoughts spun like a cyclone - turbulent, unsettled, impossible to silence. His gaze stayed cold, his heart caught in a cruel suspense.

Inwardly, he whispered, almost as if trying to will it into reality, "Maia, don't you dare say yes to Vince." Elsewhere, in the Cooper family's villa, Kolton leaned against the window, swirling a glass of red wine. The live stream played on the television, and a faint, mocking smirk tugged at his lips. He studied the dark swirl of the wine with open disdain. "Vince... so desperate you'd dance with death itself, all for Maia," his thoughts dripped with scorn. Kolton turned, his voice sharp as a knife, toward his assistant. "Looks like the Ward family wants to hitch their wagon to Maia.

In that case..." He paused, eyes narrowing as he continued, "Wront has no need for the Ward family anymore." . . .