Chapter 535

Henry Lancaster's voice carried a quiet intensity as he inquired about his missing child.

The billionaire's decades-long disappearance from public life now made perfect sense. The world finally understood - he'd been searching relentlessly for his biological daughter.

Year after fruitless year had passed with no leads.

Now Henry stood in the Whitmore estate, demanding answers about his child's whereabouts.

Rosalind Fairchild gasped. "Dear God! Could his daughter actually be among us?"

Gabrielle's hands flew to her mouth. "The Lancaster heiress... here in this very room?"

Theodore Whitmore met Henry's gaze steadily. "Mr. Lancaster, your daughter stands before you."

Henry's breath hitched. "Where?"

Theodore extended his arm, pointing directly at Isabella. "Isabella is your flesh and blood."

Every head swiveled toward Isabella. She stood frozen, the revelation hitting her like a physical blow. No one had prepared her for this moment.

Henry turned slowly, his piercing gaze locking onto her.

Thud. Thud.

Isabella felt her heartbeat pounding in her ears, her pulse racing wildly. The room seemed to tilt around her.

Was this real? The daughter of the wealthiest man alive? The concept was staggering.

At that precise moment, the guards restraining her collapsed as Henry's security team neutralized them with military precision.

Isabella remained rooted to the spot, struggling to process the impossible situation. She turned to Theodore with wide, questioning eyes. "Father... what's happening?"

Theodore stepped forward, his expression solemn.

"Isabella, I've kept this from you too long. You're not my biological child. I brought you home from Metropolia years ago. Your true father is Henry Lancaster - the most powerful man in the world."

What?

The air left Isabella's lungs as the words struck her like a physical blow.

Victoria rushed forward, eyes shining. "Why are you hesitating? This is your real father standing before you!"

Isabella turned to meet Henry's gaze. Their eyes locked, and the world seemed to pause.

Henry addressed Theodore. "Do you have proof?"

Theodore nodded. "I do."

From his pocket, he produced an exquisite jeweled hairpin.

The diamond-encrusted piece glittered under the chandeliers, clearly worth a fortune.

Henry's usually composed face fractured with emotion at the sight.

"This belonged to Isabella's mother," Theodore explained. "She entrusted it to me when Isabella was born. I was told you'd recognize its significance."

With trembling hands, Henry accepted the precious heirloom.

The cool platinum felt foreign against his skin as he cradled it like the rarest treasure.

Isabella's voice wavered. "Is this... can this really be...?"

Margaret's joyful cry rang out. "Yes, my dear! You're the Lancaster heiress!"

Victoria beamed. "Our lost princess has finally been found."

It was as if fate had thrown open golden gates at the darkest hour of Isabella's life. Never in her wildest fantasies had she imagined such an extraordinary lineage.

Henry Lancaster - the billionaire tycoon - was her biological father.

A hysterical laugh bubbled up from her chest, equal parts disbelief and euphoria. She felt lightheaded with overwhelming joy.

Henry opened his arms wide.

"Come here, princess. Let your old man hold you."