LOGINNearly two years had passed since the night Isla Marquez disappeared.
Still, when the anniversary came around, Cassian found himself returning to Blackwater Pier.
The river moved beneath the midnight sky, dark and restless. Waves struck the weathered pilings, while the lights of Vesper City trembled across the surface. A cold wind tugged at Cassian’s coat.
He stood near the end of the pier, one hand buried in his pocket as he checked his watch with the other.
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
The conference room door closed behind Hazel, Ruth, and their lawyer. Dominic waited until their footsteps faded, then turned to Fabian.“Now that Isla’s identity has been settled, we need to discuss what you knew about her origins, and why you kept that information from her.”Fabian sat back, his expression hard. “I’ve already explained what happened.”“You’ve given us an account,” Dominic said. “Not answers.”Tristan sat at the end of the table, silent and watchful.Dominic opened a folder. “When you brought Isla home, you said she was an injured child found near your property. Who told you she had no family?”“Some of my estate workers,” Fabian replied. “They told my bodyguard she was alone and no one had identified her.”“Did you report her to the authorities or contact anyone searching for a missing child?”&ld
The following morning, Isla stepped out of her bedroom in a tailored cream suit, her dark hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. She looked elegant and composed, her confidence quiet but unmistakable.Her identity was no longer in question. She would not let anyone challenge her right to reclaim her place.Today, she would enter the Delacroix offices not as a Geneva branch employee or a woman with a disputed past, but as Aniela Delacroix, daughter of Magnus and Lavinia, and rightful heiress to the family estate.Dominic waited in the sitting room with a cup of coffee. He looked up as she entered.“You’re ready.”“I am.”He set his cup aside. “There may be questions about the years you were away, but you don’t have to answer them. Your disappearance remains confidential, and your safety comes first.”“I know.”“Some may pressure you to explain. Don’t feel you have to. What happened after you disappeared has no place in today’s meeting.”Isla sat across from him. “I didn’t come
Lukas’s arrival briefly eased the tension in the ballroom. Isla seemed genuinely pleased to see him, displaying a warmth Cassian had not seen from her all evening.Dominic stepped forward. “Lukas, I’m glad you could make it.”“Sorry I’m late. The flight delay was unavoidable.” Lukas glanced at Isla. “At least I didn’t miss everything.”“Just most of the evening,” Isla teased.“Then I’ll have to make up for it another time.”His reply drew a small smile from her.Dominic glanced at the remaining guests. “We’ve had enough excitement for one night. Isla, we should leave.”She nodded. “Of course.”Lukas turned to her. “Would you like me to accompany you?”“Thank you, but I’m leaving with Dominic. I’ll be staying with him for now.”“I remember you mentioning that. I’m heading to my hotel, so I’ll walk out with you.”“That would be nice.”They joined Dominic and headed for the entrance, talking easily. Cassian watched as Isla relaxed in Lukas’s company. The guarded expression she had worn a
The questions continued until Dominic took the microphone and raised a hand for silence.“I understand that many of you have questions, but the celebration is over. These matters must be addressed through the proper channels. Thank you for coming, and please respect everyone’s privacy while we handle the situation.”His announcement left little room for argument.The guests began to leave, whispering and casting curious glances at Isla. Reporters continued taking photographs until the staff ushered them out.The Vega family departed soon afterward. Franklin nodded to Dominic before turning to leave with Rosalyn and the others. Then he glanced at Cassian, who remained beside Sasha.“Cassian,” he called.Cassian looked at him. Franklin’s gaze briefly shifted to Sasha’s hand resting on Cassian’s arm, a silent reminder that their engagement and the agreement between their families remained in place despite Isla’s return.Cassian understood but said nothing.After Franklin left, Sasha turn
The announcement sent a wave of disbelief through the ballroom.Whispers spread as the guests struggled to process the revelation. The woman they had known as Isla Marquez, long believed to be dead, was the true Aniela Delacroix, the missing heiress.Meanwhile, Hazel Elsdon, who had spent years claiming that identity, watched her carefully built position crumble before her eyes.The press, invited to cover the birthday celebration, had found a story far more significant than the event itself. Cameras turned toward Isla, and reporters began calling out questions.“Is she really the Delacroix heiress?”“Was Hazel Elsdon’s DNA report false?”Within minutes, the story began circulating online:Isla Marquez Returns as the Missing Delacroix Heiress.Hazel Elsdon’s Claim Challenged After Independent DNA Retest.Who Is the True Heiress to the Delacroix Fortune?Hazel stood rigidly beside the birthday table, her face burning with anger. Moments earlier, she had been the center of attention. No







