Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase

Chapter 38:

The group of wealthy young men who’d been joking a minute ago had fallen completely silent, every one of them now staring at the stage.

As the music played, Maia opened her mouth to sing the famous song. Her voice floated over the melody, sometimes soft, sometimes fierce. It rose and fell with perfect control.

It wasn’t just music anymore — it was memory, ache, and hope all rolled into sound. Each line seemed to brush against forgotten feelings.

The bar, once loud and chaotic, was suddenly quiet, held still by her voice alone. Nobody blinked. Nobody breathed.

And when the final note faded, it felt like even the silence refused to let go.

Finally, applause erupted like a storm.

“I’ve never heard anyone sing One More Day quite like that!”

“At first, I was disappointed it wasn’t Brielle — but wow, she definitely surpassed my expectations.”

“Does anyone know who she is? She’s completely new to me.”

“Wherever she’s performing next, count me in!”

Even the bar’s manager stood frozen, still holding the glass he was about to clean. He’d only agreed to let Maia sing as a favor to Pattie — he never expected her to steal the whole damn night.

While the crowd continued to cheer, Maia slipped off the stage like it was nothing more than stepping away from a quiet conversation. She casually passed Jarrod’s VIP booth on her way out.

The whole time, he hadn’t taken his eyes off her. His brows were tight, and there was no mistaking the suspicion on his face.

As she passed, Jarrod suddenly reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her around to face him.

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The sudden touch made Maia tense, thinking for a second she was being harassed — high-end or not, places like this still had their share of creeps. Instinctively, she stiffened, prepared to shove him away — but recognition dawned as her eyes landed on Jarrod’s smug face.

Before Maia had time to say anything, Jarrod snatched away her mask. The moment he caught sight of her face beneath the mask, he exclaimed, “So it really is you!”

With an effortless flick, Maia brushed his hand off her shoulder and met his gaze with a look as cool as glass. “Is there something you want?”

Jarrod’s temper flared the moment she looked at him with that same indifference, as if he wasn’t even worth her time.

“What’s this? You showing up here now?” He scanned her from head to toe, then curled his lip. “Let me guess. You got kicked out by us, burned through your savings, and now you’re here begging for tips through song?”

Some of the rich boys behind him, the same ones who had been mesmerized by her voice and her looks, leaned in, curiosity sparking again.

But Jarrod’s words stopped them cold.

The guys exchanged glances, their expressions turning uneasy. One of them muttered under his breath, “Wait a second… isn’t she that fake Morgan daughter? The one who ended up in prison?”

Uneasy glances shot back and forth. Not a single word passed between them. Meanwhile, Jarrod’s blood was still boiling from how she had shredded the cash he had tossed at her earlier.

If he didn’t teach Maia a lesson, she’d never realize her mistake.

For seventeen years, he’d treated her like family, like a sister. Now here they were, in front of a crowd, and he wasn’t about to let her slip away without feeling the sting of humiliation.

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