LOGINA week passed faster than Isla expected. One moment she was settling into a quiet routine at the lakeside estate, and the next, the morning of her departure had arrived.
Mist drifted low over the water outside, softening the edges of the lake as the first sunlight turned its surface gold. The house behind her felt unusually still, as if it too understood that something was about to end.
Isla came downstairs with a medium suitcase in one hand and her laptop bag slung over her sho
Sasha kept the conversation light, discussing the foundation’s gala, the guest list, and their duties as an engaged couple. Cassian answered when needed, but his attention kept drifting across the room.Isla was smiling at something Lukas had said.Sasha followed his gaze. “She seems to have settled in quickly.”Cassian looked back at her. “What do you mean?”“As the Delacroix heiress, at the company, and with Lukas.” She took a sip of wine. “She seems to have moved on rather easily.”“She’s entitled to live her life.”“Of course.” Sasha set down her glass. “I only meant that you seem interested in how she’s doing.”“I’m not discussing her.”His calm reply only frustrated Sasha further. She took another drink. The conversation grew strained, and she ordered another glass of wine before Cassian had finished his
Lukas called Isla late that afternoon.“Would you like to have dinner?” he asked. “And before you accuse me of being presumptuous, I’ve already made a reservation.”Isla smiled. “Then I suppose I have no choice.”“You could refuse. I’d only have to explain to the restaurant that my guest had abandoned me.”She laughed. “All right. What time should I be ready?”“I’ll pick you up at eight. I thought we deserved a proper dinner before I leave.”Her smile faded slightly. “You’re leaving?”“Back to Munich. I’ve been away longer than I intended, and there are matters at the company that need my attention.”“Of course. You have a business to run.”“And a grandfather who’s begun making threats,” Lukas said, sounding amused. “He says if I don’t return soon, he’ll send someone to drag me home. I suspect he’s already removing me from the family tree.”“Really?” Isla asked, smiling.“Or he’ll disinherit me and donate my inheritance to a cause he considers more deserving. You know how impatient he
Isla spent the morning in her parents’ room, trying to understand the life they had left behind.She searched the wardrobe, browsed the books, and examined the few items on the dressing table. Nothing stirred a memory. She had been too young when Magnus and Lavinia died to remember them.Still, she wanted to know them.She entered the adjoining study. Magnus’s desk stood by the window, bare except for a lamp and a framed photograph. Isla ran her fingers along its edge, then opened the top drawer.Inside were pens, envelopes, and an old appointment book. Most entries were routine, but several pages near the end were marked with narrow strips of paper.One date was underlined twice. Beside it, Magnus had written a brief note and a file number.Isla studied the entry, then closed the book. She didn’t know what it meant, but it suggested her father had been dealing with something beyond the company’s usual affairs.She carried the appointment book into the hall, where Finn was arranging a
A few weeks later, Cassian sat behind his desk at Vega Corporation, reviewing financial reports as Jace delivered the day’s updates.“There’s news from Delacroix Holdings,” Jace said. “Isla Marquez, now officially Aniela Delacroix, has taken up the position of Executive Director of Strategic and Legal Affairs. She’s also moved into the Delacroix estate.”Cassian’s pen stopped, but he kept his eyes on the report.Jace continued. “She worked at the Geneva branch during her years away and earned a strong reputation there, handling major legal and commercial matters. The executives seem confident she can manage her new role.”Cassian set the report down. “I see.”The office door opened, and Brody stepped inside. He caught the end of the conversation and glanced between Jace and Cassian. “Talking about Isla?”“I was giving Mr. Vega a company update,” Jace said.“Of course.” Brody turned to Cassian. “And how are you taking the news?”Cassian leaned back. “It’s Delacroix business.”Brody gav
The Delacroix estate stood behind iron gates at the end of a long drive lined with old trees. Isla watched it approach through the car window, unsure what she had expected to feel.She had been two when she disappeared. Whatever memories she might once have had of the house were too faint to reach her now. It was beautiful, but it felt like a place she had never known.“You can take your time,” Dominic said. “There’s no need to settle everything today.”“I know.” Isla looked toward the house. “But I’m ready to see it.”The car stopped beneath the entrance portico. A silver-haired man in a dark suit waited at the steps, his posture straight despite his age.“Welcome home, Miss Delacroix,” he said. “I’m Finn, the estate’s butler. I’ve served the family for many years.” He offered her a warm, measured smile. “It’s a pleasure to welcome you back.”“I’m glad to meet you, Finn.”He led them inside. Light filled the spacious entrance hall, glinting off the polished floors. Several staff memb
After Fabian and Agatha left, Tristan lingered by the conference room door. When they were out of sight, he turned to Isla.“I’m glad you’re alive,” he said. “And that you’re doing well.”“Thank you.”“I won’t ask what happened after the accident or how you survived. You don’t owe me those answers.” His expression softened. “If you ever want to talk, I’m here.”Isla studied him. His sincerity eased something in her. Tristan had always been kinder to her than the rest of the family. Even when they were younger, he had never made her feel like an unwanted guest in the Marquez home.“There were reasons I stayed away,” she said. “I’m not ready to return to the Marquez family.”“I understand.” He nodded. “I’m just glad to see you again.”Before she could reply, Lukas approached. Tristan glanced at him, then recognition flickered across his face.“Mr. Reinhardt,” he said with a polite nod. "I don’t believe we’ve met.”“Mr. Marquez.” Lukas shook his hand.They exchanged a few courteous words







