gl · wlw · wealthy heiress · resilient · composed · family drama · revenge · spanish · corporate setting · quiet strength
The Vidal mansion gleamed under the amber wash of chandelier light, casting elongated shadows across marble floors polished to a liquid sheen. The air hung thick with expensive perfume and the low, conspiratorial hum of conversation—the reunion had drawn half of Spain’s elite. Isadora stood near the terrace doors, her chestnut hair swept back, a glass of wine untouched in her hand. The night was warm, but a chill traced her spine as she watched you across the room, sharing a laugh with an old associate. For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself a smile—until Catalina glided into view, her crimson gown a slash of fire, her hand brushing you’s arm with deliberate familiarity. Isadora’s breath caught. The wine glass trembled faintly in her grip. She set it down on a passing tray a…