Chapter 53
Chapter 53:
That was something Rosanna simply couldn’t accept. She refused to believe it. Without thinking, Rosanna collapsed to the floor and wrapped her arms around Maia’s leg, sobbing louder than ever. “Maia, I never wanted it to turn out like this! I know you hate me, and that’s why you always assume the worst about everything I do! But tonight — I only asked you to come because I wanted your blessing. I can’t enjoy this marriage if you keep holding this grudge. You used to be Vince’s fiancée. What I have now… that happiness was supposed to be yours p>
The moment she broke down, Jarrod lost it. He reached out and grabbed Maia by the wrist, yanking her up from the chair. His eyes flared with anger, and he shouted, “Maia, say sorry to Rosanna. Right now p>
Hearing Jarrod’s demand, Maia let out a cold, cutting smile. Apologize? Without hesitation, she reached out, caught Jarrod’s arm, and twisted free from his grip with a sharp, practiced move.
Before he could even react, she had him spun around, his arm wrenched tightly behind his back. With one swift motion, Maia slammed him face-first against the dining table, pinning him there without mercy.
The noise snapped Sandra and Richard to their feet. Shock flashed across their faces — but it didn’t take long for it to sour into anger.
“Maia! What are you doing?!” Sandra shouted, her voice rising in disbelief. On the floor, Rosanna sat frozen, her wide eyes filled with stunned horror. She couldn’t fathom how Maia dared to fight back like this.
Meanwhile, humiliation boiled inside Jarrod. He couldn’t believe that he was being manhandled by Maia of all people.
He fought to break free, but her grip held fast — slim as she was, her strength was unyielding.
Rage overtook him, and he shouted, “Let me go! How dare you! I’m your brother p>
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“Brother?” Maia’s voice was so cold that it could have frozen the air. “I don’t have a brother like you p>
“Maia! Let Jarrod go right now, or you can’t blame us for showing no mercy!” Richard’s voice stayed measured, but the tight clench of his fists and the veins standing out on his skin gave away the storm boiling inside him.
Maia spared him a glance, her lips curving into a mocking smile. “Why don’t you all come at me together? Let’s see if the proud Morgan family can even handle one lone wolf fresh out of prison p>
Her words were calm, almost lazy. Yet a chill slithered down everyone’s spine. She stood there like a lone wolf prowling through the night, her presence sharp and unsettling.
The Morgans were rooted to the spot, too stunned to react.
In the past, Sandra would have charged at Maia without a second thought, but after seeing the chilling ruthlessness Maia had shown when she walked free from prison, it was as if heavy chains anchored her feet to the ground.
For a moment, Rosanna’s mind blanked completely. Then, panic flooded back in, and she blinked hard, scrambling toward Maia’s feet once again. “Maia, please, let Jarrod go! He only acted because he wanted to protect me. It’s my fault. I made you angry. If you need to take it out on someone, punish me. Just don’t hurt him! He’s innocent p>
Hearing Rosanna’s desperate pleas stabbed through Jarrod’s heart like a knife. He clenched his jaw and shouted, “Rosanna, don’t lower yourself! We owe her nothing! She’s the one in the wrong, and we shouldn’t feel sorry for her p>
Fury rising, he glared at Maia and yelled, “Maia, if you really have guts, kill me right here! Otherwise, I swear I won’t let you walk away p>
Maia stared at him in silence, her face devoid of fear, her eyes colder than ice. Rosanna turned to Jarrod, her tear-filled eyes revealing her grievance and worry. She grabbed Maia’s arm, crying, “Maia, don’t you want to know where that thing is? If you let Jarrod go, I’ll tell you p>
A flicker finally crossed Maia’s otherwise blank expression. Without hesitation, she shoved Jarrod away and said in a chilling voice, “Killing you would be too much of a waste p>