He couldn't sleep since he left viper's house.
He initially thought of going to Celeste to let her know who he believes she might be but she wasn't home.
Rhea was gone again — vanished the moment he left her with money in her hands and guilt in her eyes. Typical.
But the damage was done. She had said too much.
And now, Leon had a name.
Ayla.
He sat in his study, old files spread across the desk like puzzle pieces. There was a girl — missing. Months ago. Reported dead after the fire. And an heiress reportedly found miraculously after years of missing and she has no memory.
The timelines matched. Too perfectly.
Rhea had claimed she found Celeste in the ruins that very night. Burned. Confused. Quiet.
But he was there, too.
That fire was no accident.
And Ayla… Ayla was his.
His fingers dug into the edge of the desk.
If the girl calling herself Celeste was Ayla—if that was really her—then everything changed. Everything.
He didn't care about bloodlines or inheritance.
He cared about the girl who looked at him like he was the only safe place in the world.
He cared about the fire they shared.
The one he thought he'd lost.
Now he's waiting for her to be back, he could have gone there to meet her, had her do dna to be sure of his doubt but he didn't want to rush things. He wants her to be at peace cause he knew what she's going through and some time alone wouldn't hurt.