MasukThe lights of Astera shimmered beneath the aircraft as it began its descent.Isla sat by the window, watching the city emerge from the darkness. Beyond the familiar skyline lay the place where she had grown up, the country she had once called home, and the past she was finally ready to face.She had never imagined returning under these circumstances. She had left Astera as Isla Marquez, unaware of her true origins. Now she was coming back as Aniela Delacroix, the missing heiress everyone believed was dead.Yet the city below looked much as she remembered it.She pulled her cap lower over her forehead. Dressed in a plain shirt, jeans, and comfortable shoes, with ordinary glasses framing her face, she hoped to blend in among the arriving passengers. The disguise would make her less noticeable, but it wouldn't fool anyone who knew her well. She would have to remain cautious.In Astera, she was still a dead woman. Until her identity was formally revealed, no one could know she had returne
Word had spread through the Delacroix Holdings office that Isla would be taking an extended leave to return to Astera. Most assumed she had personal matters to attend to, unaware of the real reason for her departure.By late morning, Isla had organized her files and completed the handover notes. Austin stopped by her desk to review them.“Everything looks good,” he said. “You've covered all the outstanding work.”“Thank you. And thank you for everything you've taught me.”“You did the work, Isla. I only pointed you in the right direction.”After Austin finished reviewing the notes, Max, her supervisor, approached her desk.“Finished with the boss?” he asked with a smile. “Good. Could you go over the remaining details with me in my office?”Isla gathered the folder and followed him. Austin watched them leave. He had already informed Max of Isla's true identity, but they had agreed to keep it confidential until the arrangements in Astera were complete. For now, the rest of the office wo
Fabian remained in his study after ending the call with Ruth.Voices in the hallway caught his attention. Sasha and Agatha were discussing Hazel’s upcoming birthday celebration.“She seems determined to make it an event everyone remembers,” Agatha said.“She wants everyone to see her as the rightful heiress,” Sasha replied. “Especially those who matter.”Fabian stepped into the hallway. Agatha turned toward him.“We were just discussing Hazel’s birthday. She’s going to great lengths to impress her guests.”“So I hear,” he replied with a brief nod.He said nothing more and returned to his study, having stepped out only to ensure the hallway was clear before making another call.Once inside, he closed the door and contacted his assistant, Gary.“I need you to identify a man who recently visited Maribel Elsdon,” Fabian said. “He asked about Hazel’s childhood and family background. Find out who he is and, if possible, who sent him.”“Do we have a description?”“Maribel may have one. She a
Ruth waited until the house was quiet before calling Fabian.He answered after the second ring. “What is it?”“A man came to Maribel’s house asking questions about Hazel.”“Who is he?”“I don’t know. He refused to say who sent him. Maribel has his card, but she hasn’t been able to identify who he works for.”“What did she tell him?”“She claims she told him nothing. But Magno overheard their conversation, and now he thinks he can make money from the man.”Fabian’s voice turned cold. “Of course he does. That man never considers the consequences.”“I’m afraid he’ll contact the man himself. He’s already threatened to expose Hazel unless we give him more money.”“Then make sure he doesn’t.”Ruth tightened her grip on the phone as Fabian’s tone hardened.
Maribel Elsdon was checking the latest transfer from her mother when Magno, her partner noticed the message on her phone.“How much did Ruth send you this time?” he asked.“Enough to cover some bills.”“That’s not what I asked.”Maribel gathered the unpaid bills from the kitchen table. “It’s household money. We have expenses to pay.”“And I live here, don’t I? I have a right to know how much she sent.”Maribel shot him an irritated look. “So you can drink it away like the last time?”Magno’s expression hardened. “Watch your mouth.”“Then stop wasting the money Mother sends us. I can’t keep asking her for more.”He pulled out a chair and sat down. “Your mother has money, and your precious daughter is living in a mansion, pretending to be a rich heiress. Why should we settle for scraps?”“Keep your voice down.”“Afraid someone might hear your secret?”Maribel glanced at the door. Ruth’s latest transfer was smaller than she’d hoped, and she had already set some aside for the bills. She h
Hazel sat at a table in the Delacroix estate’s drawing room, reviewing the arrangements for her upcoming birthday celebration. With only a few weeks to go, she wanted everything to be perfect.“These flowers are too ordinary,” she said, tapping the page. “I want something more elegant. And the dining room needs better decorations. This is the Delacroix estate, not a hotel ballroom.”Ruth sat opposite her, reviewing the guest list. “We should keep things tasteful. You don’t want people thinking you’re trying too hard to impress them.”“Why shouldn’t I impress them?” Hazel asked. “It’s my first birthday celebration since I returned to the family. People need to see that I belong here.”“Of course. But there’s a difference between making an impression and showing off.”Hazel dismissed the remark. Ruth was always too cautious. The guest list mattered far more than the flowers.She had invited prominent business leaders, members of Astera’s high society, and the Delacroix board of director







