Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 963: Her eyes darted between the two, trapped in Viper's deadly hold, searching for a way to rescue them both. The situation demanded immediate action. Ethan's face was pale, sweat trickling down as he bit his bottom lip in pain, enduring with sheer willpower. Marisa fared no better, her expression contorted, teeth clenched to stifle cries. Both endured agony yet held firm resolve. Maia looked at them, her chest heaving with emotion. Ethan was her brother by blood, and Marisa was Maxwell's sister. Abandoning either was unthinkable. She had to save them both. "Don't worry about me.

Save Marisa!" Ethan rasped, his voice hoarse but defiant, sweat streaming down his face. Marisa's cry followed. "Don't listen to him! Save Ethan!" Their pleas to prioritize the other halted Viper's countdown. Maia's finger trembled as she weighed her options. Viper, gripping them tightly, let out a cold chuckle. "Both playing heroes? How touching." He tightened his hold, drawing anguished screams from Ethan and Marisa. "Ugh!" "Ah!" "Choose quickly!" he barked, his tone mocking. "Where was I? Oh, five. Time's slipping away.

If I count to one and you haven't decided, they both die." With a harsh laugh, he resumed. "Four..." Find your adventure at gαℓησνs․çоm (uso de "ç" y "о" cirílica) From the stage, Raegan observed Viper's performance with satisfaction, relishing how the countdown pressured Maia. Always cautious, Raegan needed to fulfill Kiley's request while heeding the leader's warning not to provoke Maia directly. By orchestrating this dilemma, Raegan ensured any blame would fall on the Cooper Group, keeping their deception hidden unless the leader intervened.

For now, Raegan could watch Maia closely, gauging her response. Maia, however, saw through the scheme. She knew her enemies had kidnapped her brother and lured her here, not for ransom or direct harm, but to stage a public spectacle as a warning and retaliation. The Cooper Group, her earlier target, was clearly behind this. A faint smile touched her lips as she glanced at the audience. She wouldn't choose today. She would save them both. At Viper's count of two, Maia sprang into action, her movements swift and precise, almost too fast for the audience to track.

"Has she lost her mind?" one gasped. "She's not choosing. She's attacking!" another exclaimed. Maia sprinted straight into the chaos, sending the arena into wild confusion. Gasps of shock and awe erupted from the crowd, and the spectators rose from their seats in astonishment. "Did Maia really just run up there? She must not care about what happens to those two at all." "That's just reckless. She could lose her life and still fail to help anyone." . . .