Cyrus Hargrave

“It’s not my son,” the millionaire said coldly, his voice echoing through the marble foyer.

Im sorry about how things turned out, I muttered under my breath. James, are you *sure* you packed everything?

**Diary Entry 18th September** My patience has snapped. After two years of unbearable strain, tryingand

An old man had to say goodbye to his dog because he couldnt afford to save him. Tears streamed down the

**Late Night at the Supermarket** It was late in the evening at the towns supermarket. Emily sat at the

An old man had to say goodbye to his dog because he couldnt afford to save him. Tears streamed down the

The Foreign Country Cottage A year ago, the Wilsons bought a countryside cottage. Having hit their fifties

*”Your wealth should be reflected in your gifts,”* snapped the mother-in-law. *”

**Diary Entry 15th May** The moment Patricia Wentworth snatched at the envelope, everyone flinched, and

“Mum,” said Victor quietly when they were alone in the kitchen, “Ive been thinking