The Morgan Web

Within the opulent confines of the Morgan mansion, a sense of triumph lingered in the air. William, the patriarch of the family, sat ensconced in his plush armchair, a self-satisfied smirk playing upon his lips. Beside him, Cecilia radiated a barely contained glee, her eyes sparkling with a hint of malice.

Isabella, ever the opportunist, sat perched on the edge of the sofa, her fingers furiously tapping away at her phone as she scrolled through the torrent of comments that had flooded social media in the wake of the scandal.

"Look at this," she exclaimed, her voice laced with a mixture of delight and disdain. "They're tearing Elara apart."

She gestured towards her phone, the screen awash with a barrage of vitriol and condemnation aimed at the embattled Elara. "This is our chance, Mother. With her name dragged through the mud like this, Vincent will be mine for the taking."