The Stolen Secrets

The Stolen Secrets

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Diana Mildred was part of a large, loving family. All she knew was that she was the second eldest of the Mildred children. They were poor, they worked and lived through the depression, they were family. Until she discovered that she had been left in an abandoned home as an infant and the Mildred's took her in. She wasn't a Mildred at all, but part of the notorious and dangerous Sinclair family. A family so notorious and so mysterious that the staff barely knows about them. Diana, however, is determined to know about them and takes a position as their maid. Here she finds her twin brother, half siblings, and friends she will hold dear for the rest of her life. But she doesn't know that she so resembles her mother, that the lies and secrets they keep they will kill to keep, and that a killer walks among them.
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