Chapter 557
Chapter 557:
Richard’s face grew darker as the talk went on.
Rosanna was his beloved daughter; he couldn’t bear the thought of her being dragged into such rumors. “What rubbish are you all spouting? Rosanna is so sensible and level-headed. She’d never do such a thing p>
“Watch your words. Rosanna has a future marriage to think about.” Sandra’s voice trembled as she scanned the crowd but couldn’t spot Rosanna. Her heart raced.
Still, Sandra calmed herself, confident that she knew Rosanna well enough to trust that she wouldn’t do anything like this.
“Don’t fret, Mrs. Morgan. It’s definitely not Rosanna. I just spotted her on the terrace.” Mariana stepped forward to ease Sandra’s worries. “But I did see Maia walking toward the villa with a man p>
Hearing that, Richard and Sandra visibly relaxed.
But Claudius’ and Vince’s faces were already dark with disbelief, their eyes fixed on the door.
“Didn’t you speak up sooner?” Claudius snapped at Mariana, then raised his leg and kicked the door hard. Vince followed suit with a kick of his own.
With a sharp crack, the lock gave way.
The two men shoved the door open with force.
The door slammed back with a deafening bang.
The sudden noise snapped Rosanna out of her daze.
She let out a piercing scream that cut through the air. “Ah p>
Claudius burst into the room but skidded to a sudden halt — his breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.
Vince followed closely behind, nearly bumping into Claudius’ back when he suddenly stopped.
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“What the—” he started to grumble, but the words died on his tongue as his eyes lifted — and locked onto the woman in the bedroom whose cheeks were burning a violent crimson.
His pupils constricted on reflex.
The rest of the group filtered in behind the pair, forming a stunned semi-circle. All eyes fixated on the doorway like moths to a flame.
A collective gasp swept through the crowd as they took in the scene: the woman inside, hair disheveled, clothes barely holding together — the telltale red marks staining her neck.
Mariana’s eyes went wide with disbelief. The woman wasn’t Maia — it was Rosanna!
Rosanna’s hair was a tangled mess draped over her shoulders, and her neck bore several red marks, evidence of the intensity of the moment. The man beside her, the one she had just pushed away, was none other than Wront’s infamous playboy, Axell Nelson.
Dozens of eyes zeroed in on her, sharp and unforgiving, slicing through whatever pride or defense she had left.
“Oh my God… is that Rosanna p>
“She was supposed to be the good girl, but who knew she was so wild in private p>
“At her own birthday party, no less. With Axell? Of all people! Does she have no self-respect? Axell sleeps around more than he breathes. She’s not worried about catching something p>
“She must be desperate. He’s old enough to be her father p>
“Didn’t his wife just divorce him for cheating? Wait — was Rosanna the other woman all along p>
The room spun with gossip, loud and merciless. The Morgan family name wasn’t just dragged through the mud — it was being gutted in real time. Rosanna was unraveling. She clutched a blanket to her chest, hands shaking violently, eyes wide and terrified.