Forester Creations, once the pinnacle of American couture, was crumbling. Sales were declining. The brand had lost its spark, and with it, public confidence. Even with Ridge Forester back in charge, the golden name wasn’t enough to stop the downfall. Eric Forester, the company’s founding father, saw his legacy slipping through his fingers. Desperate for salvation, he looked beyond Los Angeles—and found it in Milan, in the form of an old flame from Ridge’s past: Isabella Moretti.

Isabella, a fierce and enigmatic designer with European flair, had vanished from the LA fashion scene decades earlier. But Eric remembered her not only as a design prodigy, but as the quiet girl who once walked beside Ridge in their student days—brilliant, aloof, and deeply in love. Now, she was a bold force in Milan, carving out a name with radical tailoring and haunting elegance. When Eric called, Isabella didn’t hesitate. She returned to LA, and with her, brought a storm.

The moment she stepped into Forester Creations, everything changed. Her cutting-edge sketches brought a pulse back into the design floor. With her sleek black wardrobe, sharp gaze, and colder demeanor, Isabella didn’t charm—she dominated. Eric handed her creative control of the next couture line, and the results were explosive. Fashion critics went wild. Sales surged. Isabella was hailed as the second coming of Forester’s golden age.

But not everyone celebrated her rise.

Brooke Logan and Dr. Taylor Hayes both felt an immediate unease. Isabella’s designs weren’t just innovative—they were pointed. One piece evoked the cliffs of Tuscany, echoing a long-lost summer Ridge and Isabella shared. Another mimicked the color and cut of the suit Ridge wore the night they graduated from design school. These were not coincidences. They were messages.

And then came the bombshell—old, grainy photographs of a young Ridge and Isabella, entwined in the romance of Italian rooftops, surfaced online. Brooke immediately recognized the threat. She confronted Ridge, who brushed them off as ancient memories. But Brooke wasn’t fooled. Ridge’s silence meant something. Isabella wasn’t just a designer—she was a woman with a mission.

Taylor felt the pressure too. She had begun reconnecting with Ridge, and Isabella’s arrival shattered any hope of rekindling their relationship. Isabella watched from the shadows, calm but calculated, as Taylor and Brooke tried to protect their stakes in Ridge’s life. Publicly, she smiled. Privately, she maneuvered—promoting loyal designers, cutting off suppliers tied to the Foresters, and making secret deals with media insiders. Slowly, she reshaped Forester Creations in her own image.

Then came another leak. A love letter, written by Ridge in his youth, filled with raw emotion, was anonymously sent to fashion editors across Europe. The implication was brutal—Ridge hadn’t just been infatuated with Isabella, he had loved her deeply. Brooke was furious. Ridge admitted the letter was real but swore he didn’t send it. Taylor retreated, heartbroken yet again.

Isabella, ever unbothered in public, continued her ascent. Her second collection was an even bigger hit. Eric saw only success. But Brooke had had enough. She gathered support, revived her iconic “Brooke’s Bedroom” line, and launched a marketing campaign rooted in Forester’s sensual legacy. She wasn’t backing down.

Still, Ridge was torn. He respected Isabella’s genius but was growing wary of her manipulation. When he finally confronted her, Isabella revealed her motive—not revenge, but closure. “I’m here to finish what we started,” she whispered. Ridge denied they ever started anything. Isabella didn’t agree.

That confrontation was the tipping point. Brooke played her final card, leaking an exposé painting Isabella as a European saboteur, insinuating she was undermining the Foresters for personal gain. Isabella exploded, confronting Brooke in front of the entire board. Brooke stood her ground. Eric demanded an end to the drama. The board grew nervous. Ridge had no choice—he told Isabella she could stay, but only under strict boundaries: no more leaks, no more schemes.

Isabella walked out.

The next morning, she resigned, but not before delivering one final blow: she was launching her own fashion house, Moretti, backed by powerful European investors. Her final statement? “The future of fashion isn’t inherited. It’s earned.”

And just like that, Isabella was gone from Forester Creations.

But peace didn’t last.

Three weeks later, tragedy rocked the fashion world. Isabella Moretti was found dead in her Malibu villa. The cause: blunt force trauma. Los Angeles was stunned. News spread like wildfire. Social media boiled with speculation. Eric was heartbroken. Ridge went silent. Taylor, rattled, offered prayers. But behind the façade, someone else was hiding something.

Brooke Logan.

Because Brooke had been the last person to see Isabella alive.

She had shown up at Isabella’s villa uninvited. What began as a confrontation turned into an all-out war of words. Brooke accused Isabella of destroying the Foresters. Isabella, calm yet cutting, branded Brooke a coward, clinging to Ridge like a trophy she never truly earned.

Then, it happened.

As Isabella turned to walk away, Brooke reached out, grabbing her wrist. Isabella jerked back, lost her balance—and fell. Her head struck the edge of the stone fireplace. Brooke froze. Isabella didn’t scream. Didn’t move. Just silence. The wine glass shattered to the floor, red liquid pooling into the tile.

It wasn’t premeditated. It wasn’t even intentional. But Isabella Moretti was dead.

Brooke stood over the body, stunned, shaking. She didn’t call the police. She just left. Silent. Afraid. Knowing that the truth would destroy everything.

Now, as detectives comb through the villa, as the press swarms and fans demand answers, the question looms: who killed Isabella Moretti?

Brooke hides her guilt behind poised interviews and forced sympathy. Taylor, too, was close to the fire—her jealousy, her resentment, her past with Ridge—all motives. Ridge is lost in grief and confusion, unsure who to trust. Eric, still blind to the truth, mourns the woman he thought saved his company.

But the storm is just beginning.

With Isabella dead, suspicion falls on those who had the most to lose—and the most to gain. The LAPD has opened a homicide investigation. And as the truth creeps closer to the surface, both Brooke and Taylor find themselves trapped in a web of secrets, rivalry, and betrayal that could destroy not only their reputations—but their freedom.

Who killed Ridge’s new love?

Was it an accident, a crime of passion… or something far darker?

The answer is coming.

And when it does, the world of The Bold and the Beautiful will never be the same.