Wrath of the Matriarch

Sunlight filtered through the bulletproof windows of Roman Mercer's secure private villa, casting a warm glow over Clara's pale face. She sat on the plush velvet sofa, a soft blanket draped over her lap. Her physical complexion had improved over the past few days under the meticulous care of Roman's private doctors, the hollows of her cheeks filling out slightly. Yet, beneath the surface, her fail