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»Du verdienst deine Schwester nicht …« Lizzy Beresford ist allein in ihrem kleinen, abgelegenen Cottage, als sie den ersten Brief in ihrer Küche findet. Jemand muss in ihrem Zuhause gewesen sein – jemand, der ihr nichts Gutes will. Lizzy kennt niemanden, der ihr schaden wollen würde. Aber als weitere Drohbriefe eintreffen, beginnt sie jeden zu verdächtigen. Verzweifelt nimmt sie Kontakt zu ihrer Schwester Emma auf. Sie haben seit Jahren kein Wort miteinander gesprochen. Nicht seit dem Streit, der alles veränderte.

Should I believe the woman who ruined my life, or protect the husband who’s already betrayed me? I walk past rows of immaculate white roses into the Kane family’s picture-perfect home, thinking that I’d never guess what’s happened behind closed doors. The woman standing with my colleagues in handcuffs looks so innocent in her blue, silk dress. But they say she’s killed her husband. When I see her face, I recognise her immediately. She’s my own husband Bradley’s mistress… She was found beside the body with blood on her hands.

Es hätte ein perfekter Abend werden sollen. Eine Chance, unsere Ehe zu retten. Stattdessen hat es unsere Familie zerstört. Sobald ich die Haustür aufschließe, spüre ich, dass etwas nicht stimmt. Als mein Mann Sean und ich das Wohnzimmer betreten, finden wir unsere kleine Tochter vor dem laufenden Fernseher–allein. Keine Spur von unserer Babysitterin Sasha. Ein paar Tage später werde ich wegen Mordes an Sasha verhaftet. Immer und immer wieder gehe ich die Ereignisse des schlimmsten Abends meines Lebens im Kopf durch.

My nine-year-old daughter Hollie should be leaving school smiling and laughing with all the other children but she’s not here. I run frantically, checking everywhere, my voice growing louder, but I can’t see her bright blue eyes and heart-shaped face anywhere. Pure panic washes over me. This is my worst nightmare. Her teacher asks me if she should call the police. My heart stops. I shake my head and pretend I’ve made a mistake. I see a look of suspicion creep into the teacher’s eyes. But the police can’t know. No one can. My hands shake as I realise I’m completely on my own.

‘Just rest, Frankie. I’ll take care of you.’ I feel my baby kick as my nanny fluffs my pillows and lays me down. She gives me a soothing smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She knows I’m afraid of her… When I shake our nanny Jasmine’s hand for the first time and catch her perfect smile, I can’t ignore the feeling that we’ve met before. But I tell myself it’s nothing. I desperately need help around the house. Since I got pregnant, I burst into tears over the smallest things and my mind is a haze. I can barely look after my toddler Olivia. Jasmine is a godsend–isn’t she?

It’s dark as the young woman leaves work. Crossing the empty car park alone, she thinks about the warmth of her little house. But she doesn’t make it home that night. Or ever again… Thirty years ago, Ruth Pritchard’s sixteen-year-old daughter, Elissa, went missing. Police were called, neighbours were interviewed, and even Ruth’s own husband was investigated, but the case went unsolved. Elissa disappeared forever. Now, Ruth watches the local news and hears about another girl gone from the same streets where her beloved daughter was last seen, and her heart races.

Ich wusste, dass etwas nicht stimmt. Ich habe gemerkt, dass mein Sohn Dinge vor mir verheimlicht. Er war sonst immer so glücklich auf dem Weg zur Schule. Aber jetzt läuft er nur noch mit gesenktem Kopf, um niemandem in die Augen sehen zu müssen.Seit ich herausgefunden habe, dass er von einem Mitschüler gemobbt wird, kann ich nicht mehr ruhig schlafen. Sobald er das Haus verlässt, bekomme ich Angst.Mein Mann und ich versuchen, mit den Eltern des anderen Jungen zu reden, aber damit machen wir alles nur noch schlimmer. Unser Kind leidet. Und genug ist genug. Es muss aufhören.

Das plötzliche Verschwinden der sechsjährigen Olivia aus dem eigenen Garten versetzt die kleine Gemeinde von Stoneridge in Aufruhr. Wie konnte ein Kind inmitten eines kleinen, friedlichen Dorfes sich scheinbar in Luft auflösen?Dreizehn Jahre später ist Olivia zurück. Ihre Mutter ist überzeugt, dass sie es wirklich ist, aber nicht alle teilen ihre Meinung. Wenn es sich bei dem Mädchen wirklich um Olivia handelt, wo war sie die ganzen Jahre über – und was ist an diesem verhängnisvollen Nachmittag passiert?

When I first meet Sophie, she seems like any normal loving mother, trying desperately to help her teenage daughter. That’s where I come in. The perfect tutor to get Katie’s life back on track. I connect instantly with Katie, and Sophie’s thoughtful husband Scott. But Sophie’s dark eyes are full of jealousy when I talk to Scott or share a smile with Katie. I know I’m helping her daughter, whatever she thinks.

I don’t want the perfect marriage. I want revenge… If you had met me a year ago, you wouldn’t have noticed me. A beautiful woman, but a struggling nobody in a tiny apartment, invisible… Meeting Paul changed that. And now here I am in Paris, after a whirlwind courtship and a stunning beach proposal I smile at my handsome husband, my eyes shining in the candlelight, my huge diamond ring sparkling on the starched white tablecloth. Other women look at me in envy. They see a couple completely in love.

I stare at the photo of my beautiful daughter. Her hair is shining and her face is lit up with a smile. The man with her looks so happy too. But my mother’s instinct is screaming. I know something is terribly, terribly wrong. And I know what I have to do… I wish I could hold her tight. See if she still wears the same perfume she always wore. But my daughter blames me for her father’s death. She won’t even talk to me… I just know she isn’t really safe with her boyfriend, Garth. I will keep my distance and I will just watch her. For now.

I never expected to find my happily ever after with Dr Mitch Ellis. I wore a lace dress with an extravagant train to our wedding at the biggest church in town. Mitch wanted to be sure everything was flawless. Now I can see I’ve made a grave mistake. Mitch wants me to be his quiet, perfect little wife, just like his last one. He doesn’t know who he is dealing with this time.

Tucking her daughter into her hospital bed, Gail sent up a silent prayer. Her daughter’s heart is failing and without this life-saving operation she will die. But soon her peace is shattered when a nurse races into the room: “Lock the doors, close the blinds. The hospital’s in lockdown. We have a shooter.”

Alana: She’s outside my house again. She must think I haven’t seen her, that I don’t notice her watching me. I’m shocked by how similar we look. I have no idea why she’s here. But her arrival could change everything. Laura: I stare at her through the window. She looks exactly like me, except her make up is flawless, her hair is perfect and she’s wearing expensive clothes. I know it’s crazy, but I have to find out who she is. I visited this windswept Cornish village when I was a child, does she have a connection to my past?

Als Anna Blackwell die E-Mail von einem anonymen Absender öffnet, zerstört das schockierende Bild im Anhang schlagartig ihre perfekte Welt. Eine Frau wurde ermordet. Und Anna weiß, wer es getan hat. Die Vergangenheit holt sie ein. Wird sie die Nächste sein?

As I hold my daughter’s newborn baby to my chest, my heart breaks knowing she didn’t live to meet her son. Someone will need to raise this child, but who will fight the hardest?

I sit little Mila down at my kitchen table with a glass of milk and a plate of cookies. She smiles shyly at me and I reach out to ruffle her hair. Leaving her alone for a moment, I dash upstairs, closing my eyes as I take a deep breath. What have I done? Mila isn’t my child. I should never have taken her home. But what choice did I have? Painting a smile on my face, I head back down to the kitchen.

My daughter’s boyfriend feels like one of the family. I couldn’t be happier to have him living with us. But now my daughter’s disappeared… I never wanted to have an empty nest. So when my daughter, Liv, asks if she and her new boyfriend, Jensen, can move in, I’m thrilled. Jensen is so helpful. He tells me how he loves being part of a close-knit family. He’s felt so alone since his parents died. And for me, his presence goes a little way towards replacing the son I lost.

‘Hi,’ she says, ‘I’m your new neighbour.’ Her smile is bright but her shoulders are tense as she stands on the leafy green Edinburgh street. She seems friendly. But soon I’ll discover her dangerous secret.... On the first day I meet my new neighbour, we share a glass of wine and talk into the night. We swap numbers and I vow to get to know her better. But as I get closer to her, I discover something about her past that changes everything. She isn’t who I thought she was.

The neighbours look on in shock as two stretchers are wheeled past gated homes on a quiet suburban street. Handcuffs are clipped on a young woman with fear in her face. The Cordells were the perfect family. But now, in a beautiful home where happy photos line the walls and flowers adorn the dinner table, it looks like a daughter has killed her loving parents. Everyone tuts and shakes their heads, saying there was always something strange about Juliet. And one person watching from the sidelines has triumph in their eyes. Someone who knew this would happen all along.