Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 55:

The Ward family commanded respect in Wront’s upper crust.

Their image and influence were everything to them.

She had pulled every string to bring Vince here and finalize the match. Not once had she imagined Maia barging in and ruining it all.

If this continued, Vince might start thinking the Morgans were just as ill-bred and undignified as Maia, the outsider.

Richard, meanwhile, picked up on the undercurrent in Vince’s words.

Though he simmered with anger at Maia, he knew well that now wasn’t the moment to stir the pot and that he would bide his time. Once Vince was gone, he’d settle things with Maia himself.

“Vince has a point. Jarrod, this is a family occasion, not the time for you and your sister to squabble.”

By downplaying it as a mere squabble, Richard took the sting out of the moment.

Jarrod had no choice but to swallow his rage. His bloodshot eyes burned as he yanked his hand away, firing a glare at Maia that dripped with venom.

Maia remained unfazed. She turned her back on both men, offering them not even the courtesy of a glance.

Instead, her eyes met Rosanna’s. Dazed and motionless, Rosanna stared ahead until Maia broke the silence. “Where’s the item?”

The question snapped Rosanna out of her trance. She blinked, then looked up. Swallowing the hate that seethed behind her eyes, she answered softly, “It’s in my room. Come with me — I’ll hand it over.”

Maia didn’t speak, just followed Rosanna out of the dining room, her expression unreadable.

On the second floor of the villa, Rosanna halted at the top of the staircase. Maia turned back, sensing something off, and noticed Rosanna standing still.

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Her brows pinched in suspicion.

Rosanna slowly raised her head. A cold, chilling smile crept onto her face.

Then, without warning, she flung herself backward — tumbling down the stairs.

The moment Maia disappeared upstairs, a strange stillness fell over the dining room.

Then came the sound. A dull thud that echoed through the house — followed by a scream that tore through the silence.

Everyone froze in horror.

Jarrod reacted first, his voice sharp with alarm. “Rosanna!”

Everyone sprang to their feet and bolted from the room.

When they reached the staircase, they found Rosanna sprawled at the bottom, her face twisted in agony.

And Maia…

She was standing silently on the second floor, arms stiff at her sides. Her eyes were flat, as though none of it concerned her.

Jarrod dropped to his knees, gathering Rosanna in his arms. Panic surged when he spotted the bruises blossoming across her arm. “What… what happened?!”

Tears streaked down Rosanna’s cheeks. She looked up, trembling, and locked eyes with Maia. Her voice broke as she sobbed. “Maia… I was wrong. I shouldn’t have brought up you and that man… but how could you… how could you be so cruel and push me down the stairs?!”

Shock rippled across the Morgan family’s faces all at once. Had Maia really pushed Rosanna down the stairs? And who was “that man” Rosanna had mentioned? What had happened between him and Maia?noveldrama

Jarrod’s brow furrowed deeper. “Rosanna, please tell us exactly what happened.”

Tears filled Rosanna’s eyes as her voice trembled. “Yesterday, I ran into Maia at Huntington Mall. She was throwing money around, buying all sorts of luxury brands. Then I saw her climb into a Rolls-Royce Phantom. I got worried she was making poor choices, so when we were alone on the stairs, I told her if she was desperate for money, she could come back to us. I begged her not to destroy her life out of spite. She’s still so young, with her whole future ahead of her. But instead of listening, she lost it… and shoved me down the stairs.”

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