Emily Taylor

“I’m leaving you, and you’ll never see the child again!” shouted Jane. “

A millionaire returned home unannouncedand froze at the sight of what the housekeeper was doing to his son.

“You had a baby at nearly 50? What on earth were you thinking?” scolded my family over the phone.

**Diary Entry** The dim glow of the streetlight outside barely reached the cramped kitchen of my tiny flat.

I invited the whole family to dinner and served each of them a beautiful, yet empty, plate with an intricate design.

The Daughter-in-Law with “Baggage” “Olivia, is it true your son got married?

**Episode 1**I swear I saw him. Touched him. Kissed him. Felt him. His breath was warm, his lips tasted

James Whitmore had it all: wealth, status, and a sprawling estate nestled in the rolling hills outside London.

The morning crept in slowly through the drawn blinds, casting a dull, cold light across the room.

In a quiet rural village in the south of England, where families scraped by on small plots of land and