Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase

uly heat hung so heavy tha

aia Watson - once known as Maia Morgan - heard a correctional officer c

midway throug

was like tasting something bit

the daughter of

ed on their door and announced they'd tracked down Richard

identity was ripped away. She

arances, the Morgans made a show of acceptance. The

r. Richard and Sandra had always been preoccupied with business vent

d suddenly, their entire w

. It was an obvious setup, but the Morgans didn't care. They believed Rosanna without question. In fact,

werful. In Wront, they were practically royalty. The Morgans couldn't ri

he public that she was taken in from a struggling fami

ckles tightened until her

ears behind bars for a

ce was over. She was

.

s, the crowd of reporters b

he air, and impatience

the massive gat

dressed in the same plain outfit sh

had just spotted a long-lost child. She rushed over, surrounded

ire spectacle and ne

ng you home," Sandra said, her voice c

couldn't help but murmur in sympa

aid coldly, "You must be mistaken,

fened where

ay that, Maia? I was the one who raised you. You lived under my roof for m

en you framed me and cast me out, didn't you call me a Watson? You let me go to prison with

y said she wasn't even a M

ed looks, then chaos broke loose as they rushed forward,

room to lash out. Her face tightened, but

und right in your bag - you were caught red-handed! How dare you claim you were framed? You spent four years behind bars, and we still dragg

speaking - the oldest so

th was twisted against her, he turned on her without hesitation t

corner of a table, ripping her skin open and

pped it into Maia's bag while she wa

that Rosanna meant well. She had seemed

ered to help, Maia handed her

en and sweet could harbor such petty

eat. Afraid that Maia might become more beloved in

es were opened to the trut

eart had been har

g to Jarrod, her voice trembling as her lashes fluttered through misty eyes. "Maia, I s

her cheeks as her s

Rosanna. Maia stole a life that was rightfully yours for seventeen years. She's the on

im a sharp look, flicking her

rolling, she couldn't a

a lived with us. She's clearly still adjusting, and I can understand her emotions. If sh

f her

dead in the eye. "Mrs. Morgan, didn't you sign off on the paperwork that cut all tie