Rebirth: The Blind Heiress Makes A Deal With The Devil

The following morning, Niko practically burst into Aaron’s private office at the Kazarov estate, holding a freshly printed court document in his hand.

"Unbelievable!" Niko spat, pacing across the room. "Daniel just signed off on it! A court-mandated non-invasive prenatal paternity test! Arthur must have crawled into his ear the second the pregnancy report was confirmed!"

Aaron sat behind his desk, looking completely unbothered. He didn’t even look up from the document he was reviewing.

"What does it change?" Aaron asked calmly.

"What does it change?!" Niko repeated, throwing his hands up. "Niko, it means Kian isn’t just claiming she’s pregnant anymore, he’s using the court to force a legal claim of parentage before the third hearing! It stalls our motion for immediate dissolution! It gives them weeks of leverage!"

Niko paused, looking at Aaron’s stone-cold expression. "We need to file an emergency appeal to block the test. We can argue physical distress, privacy violations, "

"No," Aaron cut in softly.

Niko stopped dead in his tracks. "No? Aaron, if we comply, we’re giving Arthur and Kian exactly what they asked for."

Aaron finally looked up, his blue eyes cold and steady. "If we fight the test, it makes Isabella look like she has something to hide. It plays right into Kian’s hands, letting him act like the victim of an unfaithful wife."

Niko stared at him, his brow furrowing as he tried to read his boss’s face. Slowly, a look of realization dawned on him. Niko knew Aaron too well. Aaron never gave up ground unless he was setting a trap of his own.

"You want the test done," Niko said quietly.

"Tell the court-appointed doctor we will comply," Aaron said, turning his gaze back to his desk. "Have them send the medical team here to draw Isabella’s blood. Let Kian provide his sample. Get it over with."

Later that afternoon, the procedure was conducted inside the estate. Isabella sat quietly on the sofa in the main living room, her face pale, her eyes staring blankly ahead as the court-appointed nurse carefully drew a sample of her blood.

Aaron stood right beside her, his broad hand resting heavily on her shoulder, his presence an immovable wall of support.

Isabella didn’t say a word throughout the process. She simply held Aaron’s hand tightly, feeling the quiet strength radiating from him, trusting him even as the fear twisted In her stomach.

Across town, Kian provided his own DNA sample at a designated medical office shortly after landing back in the city, his face cold and triumphant as he signed the legal verification forms.

The samples were rushed to a certified lab under strict court seal.

...

Late the following evening, the night before the crucial third court hearing, a sudden, quiet catastrophe struck the city’s industrial district.

A massive fire broke out at the primary testing facility handling the court’s physical evidence.

It didn’t start with a loud explosion or a dramatic break-in. According to early emergency reports, a severe chemical reaction occurred in one of the secondary storage units housing volatile testing agents, triggered by an electrical short in the building’s main power grid.

The flames spread rapidly through the specialized laboratories, triggering automated chemical suppression systems that malfunctioned, feeding the fire instead of smothering it.

By the time the fire department arrived, three floors of the facility were completely engulfed in roaring, high-heat flames. Four late-night lab technicians and two security guards were trapped inside, tragically losing their lives before rescue teams could reach them.

The entire storage wing, including the vault containing the eye drop samples and the raw testing data, was incinerated down to white ash.

The morning of the third hearing broke cold and gray under a thick blanket of fog.

Inside the master bedroom of the Kazarov estate, Isabella sat on the edge of the bed while Aaron helped her fasten the buttons of her dark wool coat. Her stomach was still churning with morning sickness, but the cold dread of what today held was far worse.

On the flat-screen television mounted on the wall, the morning news was broadcasting live from the scene of the fire.

"...Emergency crews remain on the scene of last night’s devastating blaze at the Apex Testing Facility," the news anchor reported over footage of smoldering, blackened steel ruins.

"...Officials confirm six fatalities in what investigators are calling a tragic industrial accident caused by an electrical failure and subsequent chemical explosion. All records and ongoing testing materials stored at the site have been completely destroyed..."

Isabella listened to the broadcast, her sightless dark eyes widening in quiet horror.

"Aaron... that’s the lab where they were testing the eye drops, isn’t it?"

Aaron didn’t answer immediately. He finished buttoning her coat, his large hands smoothing the fabric over her shoulders.

At that moment, Niko stepped into the bedroom. He looked sharp in his grey suit, carrying his leather briefcase.

He glanced at the television screen, then at Aaron.

Surprisingly, Niko didn’t look distraught or panicked by the news. His face was calm, almost eerie in its quiet composure.

"The news is official," Niko said softly to Aaron. "The facility is gone. Arthur is already preparing to move for a complete dismissal of the eye drop evidence on the grounds of total destruction."

Isabella’s breath hitched. "It’s gone?"

Aaron leaned down, taking her face in his hands, his thumb gently wiping the corner of her eye. "Don’t worry about the lab, small one. Just focus on walking into that courtroom with your head held high."

Across the city, inside a black town car parked outside the courthouse, Kian Carter sat watching the exact same news report on his tablet screen.

A dark, satisfied smile touched the corners of his mouth.

His phone buzzed. He picked it up.

"As you can see on the news, the job is complete," Viktor’s voice came through the encrypted line, calm and businesslike. "No traces, no recoverable data. I expect the remaining balance wired to the account before sundown."

"It’s already done," Kian said smoothly, cutting the call.

A second later, a notification chimed on his screen. It was an email from Arthur with an attached PDF document.

Kian opened it. It was the confidential, final report from the court-appointed genetic lab, delivered directly to Arthur an hour before the hearing.

Kian scrolled straight to the bottom of the page.

~RESULT: PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY , 99.99%. KIAN CARTER IS IDENTIFIED AS THE BIOLOGICAL FATHER.~

A quiet, breathless chuckle escaped Kian’s chest. The air inside the car suddenly felt sweet, rich, and full of triumph.

He had destroyed the evidence that could ruin him, and now he held the ultimate legal weapon to shackle Isabella to his side forever.

Luke opened the rear car door from the outside. "The car is ready, Mr. Carter. It’s time."

Kian stepped out into the cold morning air, adjusting his dark tie.

The steps of the courthouse were an absolute zoo.

Dozens of reporters, photographers, and news crews were packed behind the metal barricades, their camera flashes creating a blinding storm of light as Kian walked toward the main entrance.

At the exact same moment, an SUV pulled up to the curb just twenty feet away.

The door opened, and Aaron Kazarov stepped out. He turned and carefully helped Isabella out of the vehicle, holding her arm steadily as she stepped onto the pavement.

The two men’s eyes locked across the crowded plaza.

Kian stood tall, his chin raised, an undeniable look of absolute victory shining in his dark eyes.

He felt invincible. He had cornered Aaron Kazarov. He had stripped away his evidence, forced his wife into a paternity test, and walked into court holding every winning card.

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