The air in the Richard mansion thickened with unspoken tensions as the afternoon sun slanted through the vast dining room windows, casting golden streaks over the polished mahogany floor. The scent of grilled salmon, creamy mashed potatoes, and basil-seasoned vegetables floated from the kitchen into the hallway, where one of the maids balanced a silver tray on her arm.

Isabella Richard had just arrived—her heels clicking with purpose as she entered through the grand foyer, Isla trailing closely behind. The likewise mother and daughter duo radiated elegance, but beneath their polished surfaces simmered something more sinister.

Isabella’s eyes scanned the living room until she heard the soft clatter of kitchenware....