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    The things she yearned for were always just out of reach, falling easily into Maia’s hands. Meanwhile, everything she loathed stubbornly haunted her, no matter how hard she tried to escape.


    Ever since discovering she was the Morgan family’s flesh and blood, Rosanna had dreamed of climbing to the highest rung of society. She pictured herself marrying into wealth, imagining the day she would stand proudly as Vince’s wife. Then udius appeared in her life—and her hunger for more only deepened.


    But destiny had other ns.


    Everything Rosanna chased after came to Maia as easily as breathing. It was as if Maia only had to crook a finger, and udius would dly be her husband.


    Even though Maia turned udius down, he still stood up for her during the Cooper Group press conference to clear her name. Rosanna felt as though the whole world wasughing right in her face.


    Jealousy sprouted wildly inside her, twisting through her heart like thorny vines, taking over every inch of her soul. That anger bloomed into deep crimson flowers—pure hatred.


    “Why? Why did udius have to fall for Maia?” Rosanna rasped, her voice rough and raw. “He could have liked anyone, but it couldn’t be her!” Where had she gone wrong?


    Her nails dug hard into her palms. The sharp sting snapped Rosanna back to reality, but also fueled her growing cruelty.


    Just then, a few servants rushed over. They cleaned up the shattered cup and wiped the wet spots off the carpet and floor with quick, practiced movements. The head maid stepped forward cautiously and asked, “Ma’am, did we make a mistake? Please don’t be upset. Let us know if there’s anything you need.”


    Rosanna nced at the four servants, and a flicker of amusement brightened her face.<fn346f> Checktest chapters at find~novel</fn346f>


    “That ck coffee was too weak. Make it stronger next time.”


    Rosanna eased herself back onto the sofa, now carrying herself like a truedy of the upper crust.


    “Of course, ma’am. We’ll prepare it right away.” The maids quietly left the room.


    Rosanna squinted, a calcting look in her eyes. Lately, she had swallowed her pride and bent over backwards to win Axell’s favor. Atst, the old man had epted her.


    Even though the times he forced himself on her made her stomach churn, she had finally secured her ce in the Nelson family.


    From now on, everyone in the house had to address her as “ma’am” whenever they saw her, showing respect.


    Rosanna soaked in that feeling of triumph. She should have been on cloud nine all day.


    But then she logged onto the inte and was met with nasty rumors and the Cooper Group’s press conference.


    “Don’t hurry,” Rosanna whispered under her breath. “Soon enough, I’ll get my chance to strike back at Maia.”


    Just a few more days until after her wedding to Axell. Then, she coulde and go as she pleased in the Nelson estate. With the name Mrs. Nelson, her hands would no longer be tied.


    She nned to pay a “visit” to the Morgan family—a visit meant to deliver her own kind of gratitude to Richard and Sandra for all they’d done. And she certainly wouldn’t overlook her “beloved older brother,” Jarrod.


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