LOGIN~ ISLA ~ The entire hall seemed to tilt on its axis as the owner of that voice stepped out from the shadows from the far end of the crowd and moved into the bright light. A heavy, stunned silence fell over the place as people began recognizing who she was. It was Rebecca. My heart pounded rapidly as I watched her walk over at an unhurried pace. Her head was held high, but her skin had a sickly, pale tone that made her look utterly exhausted. I hadn't seen her in a while—not since Alistair kicked her out of the Montgomery Group. The last time I caught a glimpse of her was in the parking lot, when she and my mother were talking seriously. Now, the reason for their discreet meeting finally came to light. The arrogant posture that Rebecca usually carried was gone, replaced by a hollow desperation. I couldn't understand why she was here, let alone why she was speaking up for my mother. This was the same woman who had tried to ruin Alistair before. So why was she suddenly standing bes
~ ISLA ~Harriet’s face drained of every last drop of color, turning ashen under the harsh glare of the crystal chandeliers.For a long, agonizing second, she stood frozen, staring at my mother as if her mind simply refused to process the living, breathing woman standing just feet away from her. The grand entrance had fallen into a tomb-like quiet. Nobody dared to move. Nobody even seemed to breathe.Then, the shock on Harriet’s face fractured, slowly twisting into a raw, ugly rage that deformed her polished features into something terrifying."How dare you...!" Harriet snarled, her voice raspy and trembling violently as she tried to pull against the heavy, immovable grip of the security guards. "How dare you show your disgusting face here after everything?!"My mother didn't even shrink back. She stood with her hands casually tucked into the deep pockets of her long beige coat, her shoulders relaxed and her posture utterly unbothered. There was no tremor in her body, no flicker of fe
~ ISLA ~ The sharp, heavy thud of high heels clicking against the marble floor echoed through the dead silence of the ballroom. I turned slowly, my hand instinctively tightening around Alistair’s as the crowd parted like the Red Sea. Standing under the towering archway of the main entrance was a woman dressed in a fiery, blood-red gown—a striking, deliberate insult to the strict black-and-white motif of the evening. It was Harriet. She looked impeccably sophisticated, her wavy hair styled into a high, rigid chignon, but her face was painted with a ruthless, triumphant smirk. Her sharp, calculating eyes slowly swept across the room, drinking in the sudden shock on the faces of New York’s elite before locking onto my father and me with undiluted venom. A quiet storm of hushed murmurs rippled through the hall. Everyone in the upper crust of society knew who Harriet Grant was—and surely, everyone knew the whispers of the bitter feud between her and my mother. "Harriet," my fath
~ ISLA ~I broke eye contact with Emery first. She wasn't worth ruining the evening over.I felt Alistair's hand squeezing mine slightly, his thumb stroking my knuckles to gently draw my focus back to him.Instead of hovering by the entrance, Alistair guided me through the crowd toward the main host table near the front of the podium. My father was already standing there, talking quietly with a couple of high-profile delegates, but the moment he saw us approaching, he excused himself completely.Before I could even settle into my chair, Dad stepped forward and pulled me into a deep, warm hug."You look radiant, sweetheart," he murmured against my hair before stepping back with a proud smile.The gesture didn't go unnoticed. Around us, subtle gasps and curious glances spread through the nearby tables. Antonio Vitale had been one of the most notoriously private and ruthless bachelors for decades, never showing this kind of soft affection to anyone in public. Seeing him treat me with suc
~ ISLA ~The air inside our private hotel suite was thick with the faint, soothing scent of fresh orchids. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my fingers nervously smoothing the delicate fabric of my dress.When Alistair first broke the news to me about the grand banquet my father was throwing in my honor, I had been completely stunned. I really didn't want any of this. High-society galas, flashbulbs, and aristocratic displays had never been my world, and I was genuinely tense about the whole affair. But then again... what choice did I really have against the overbearing, fiercely stubborn men in my life? Once Alistair and my father set their minds to something, there was simply no stopping them.A soft, polite knock at the double doors shattered my running thoughts. The door opened gently, and my father stepped into the suite. Even in his mid-fifties, he still looked extraordinarily handsome in his crisp, tailored tuxedo—carrying an effortless, commanding air that commanded
~ ISLA ~My heart ached as I looked at her sobbing and begging for my forgiveness. The resentment I had carried crumbled to dust. Reaching out with trembling hands, I gently grasped her wrists, lifting her hands away from the soil.She froze at the contact, her bloodshot eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at me."I don't know how long it will take for all of this to sink in," I said softly, my voice breaking slightly, yet carrying a quiet, unwavering truth. "Twenty-six years is a very long time... and my mind is still spinning. But I don't want to hold onto resentment. I can't hold a grudge against you, Mom."Hearing that single word—Mom—spoken directly to her broke whatever small reserve of strength she had left. A choked, strangled sob escaped her throat. Tears spilled over her pale cheeks as she collapsed forward, burying her face into my shoulder. Her arms wrapped around me with a desperate, crushing intensity, holding onto me as if she were afraid that if she let go, I would







