Matriarch’s Fury
Isabella Richard never did anything in halves. Whether it was running her high-end fashion empire in Paris or indulging in the lavish pleasures of the elite, she thrived on power, wealth, and control.
The morning sun streamed through the towering windows of her penthouse, casting a golden hue over the silk-draped furniture and expensive paintings adorning the walls.
A butler poured her a fresh cup of espresso as she lounged on a chaise, flipping through the latest business reports.
Dressed in a silk robe, her platinum-blonde hair pinned into a flawless chignon, Isaa exuded effortless elegance, even at 50.
She took a slow sip of her coffee, savoring the sweet taste, when her assistant Elsie walked in.
“Madame Richard, the latest stock results from the London branch” E
