Author: Emily Taylor
One night, in a mistfilled stretch of East London, a young man whose bank account jingled with pounds
As Emily Barnes reached the first pew, her wedding seemed to freeze. The grand notes of the organ echoed
The manor is lit with splendour this eveninggowns of silk, crystal flutes, perfumed roses at every turn.
The penthouse rooftop glimmers with a harsh, expensive dazzle that seems to thumb its nose even at the
It was the bitter winter of 1950, and the chill seemed to sink straight into the marrow. In a dim cottage
The porcelain sugar bowl, painted with a naïve pattern of meadow flowers, sat in its usual spot on the
Tell me, when Im gone, the daughterinlaw whispered, her breath warm, tinged with the cheap scent of instant coffee.
So, three women turned up all dolled up hoping to catch the attention of Englands most eligible billionaire
Id been trembling at the thought that something dreadful had happened, so I marched down to the local
The rain hammered down with relentless gusto, as if the sky itself had decided to give the whole of London





