BLURB : The house was dim and quiet, the storm outside swallowing every sound. Johnny knew this place like a dream he'd walked through once before - marble floors, long hallways, family portraits that seemed to watch his every move. He reached the base of the staircase and froze. A light glowed faintly from upstairs - Olivia's room. He took the steps two at a time. When Olivia heard the faint creak of her door, she thought it was Frank again. "Frank?" she whispered, heart skipping. But then Johnny stepped out of the shadow, rain dripping from his hair, his eyes locking on hers. "Johnny," she breathed. Her pulse spiked. "What are you doing here?" "I had to see you." "Are you insane? My father-" "I don't care about your father," he said, stepping closer. His voice was rough, desperate. "I needed to see your face. I needed to know if it's him." "What?" "Frank." His words hit like thunder. "I needed to know if it's him you want now." Olivia's throat tightened. "Johnny, please-" He took another step, close enough that she could smell the rain on him, the whiskey still lingering on his breath. "Just tell me the truth, Liv. Do you love him?" ⭐️ NEW CHAPTERS EVERY WEEK ⭐️ After years of studying abroad, Olivia Moretti returns to Old Westbury to a life she barely recognizes. Her father, Don Carmine Moretti, rules the town with an iron fist, while family loyalties and long-buried rivalries simmer just beneath the surface. Caught between the magnetic danger of Johnny Bianchi and the intense, controlled strength of his brother Frank, Olivia is drawn into a world of passion, power, and temptation she's never known. As secrets unravel and desires ignite, Olivia must decide how far she's willing to go-and who she can truly trust-when love and danger are two sides of the same coin.

Freddy's wife is gone, and nothing makes sense anymore. He decides to make breakfast, but is out of bread. On his way to the store, he steps into the past-his old dog, his childhood home, his father's anger-all waiting for him. He meets a beautiful woman who offers to help him. They search for what is real as she takes him home, only to discover the house on fire.

"Fuck." That hurt my back. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I yell not being able to keep it in anymore. I look up to see his face to catch him already, staring at me. "Whatever you think you saw you're wrong." I feel chills all over my body. "Stop fucking talking to me. Go back to wherever the fuck you came from." His voice was flat, calm. A calm that feels dangerous. This man isn't normal. ____ Every year she goes into her closet and gets the same suitcase packing all of her belongings to start all over at a new place. She knows not to keep too much. She knows not to get close to anyone. friendships never last especially when you never stay in one place for more than a year but this year was different. It was her senior year. The only thing that she looked forward to. the only thing that she worked for so hard for. Was school. It was the only thing that was constant, even though the people were different. The work always came and she always did it. She was at the top of her classes and this year would be no different. One more year, and she can finally apply to colleges to earn a four year acceptance and finally choose a place that she can call home. But of course, as senior year unfolds unexpected challenges and difficult choices threaten everything she's worked towards.

When Hillary Nathan's dark past is revealed. She realizes she must leave her life in England behind. Bittersweet memories of the one she once loved who brought a storm of chaos that nearly destroyed her life begin to flood her consciousness as she prepares to flee her home in Kent. As she begins to flee England, she experiences flashes from the past. The bloody murder. The girl she once loved more than life itself. All of it. For the first time, Hillary Nathan is finally forced to face what happened all of those years ago as a grown woman, and she learns to let go of the memories of a young Juliet Hulme that have haunted her for forty years. A story of love, obsession, and bloodshed inspired by the 1954 murder of Honorah Mary Parker in Christchurch, New Zealand.