Psychological Domestic Mystery Thriller

My life changes forever when my little girl appears in a basket on my doorstep, her long lashes fluttering, only a few hours old. She’s so tiny and precious; my heart is hers in an instant. My husband Tom and I have always longed for a child, so we agree not to tell the authorities. We won’t risk them taking her away. And I know if they find out my history, they’d never let me keep her…I’m so grateful to have my beautiful baby, who we call Daisy. But while Tom refuses to talk about it, I can’t stop wondering who her biological parents are and why they left her with us?

I catch them together at 6:52 in the morning, lying in bed like newlyweds. His face was buried in her mass of dark hair. For a moment, I think I must be dreaming. "I've never seen her before in my life," he says, looking at me. But before I even know how to respond, two men break down the front door. Pound up the stairs. I run, but I can't hide. They take us to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I'm trapped with a man who I thought I was going to marry, but who swears he doesn't even know me. And then he looks me right in the eye and whispers: "I'm sorry."

When Julia Fouquet lands a job as a private cook for a wealthy family in Malibu, she thinks she’s living the dream. But her new employer, Erica Drake, is far from the glamorous star Julia expected. Her moods range from fawning to furious in an instant and most mornings start with a glass or two of rosé. Her erratic behaviour soon makes Julia wish she’d never set foot in their expansive, beach-side home. As the family’s secrets bubble to the surface, Julia must keep a cool head. She’s worked hard to get so close to the picture-perfect Drakes.

The fire crackles gently in the grate as my partner Finn fills my glass with red wine. Looking into his sparkling blue eyes, I feel a tug on my heart. Finn is my boss, and no one can know how hard we’ve fallen for each other. We thought this lighthouse keeper’s cottage on the wild Irish coast would be the perfect secret getaway. Then there’s a knock at the door…

Knocking on the front door, clutching my son Noah’s small hand, my heart is beating fast. When my foster mother sees me, her hands fly to her mouth in disbelief and she pulls us inside, asking the question I don’t want to answer: Why have you come back? Soon the whole town is whispering about my miraculous return, fifteen years after I vanished in the middle of the night. But not everyone is happy to see me. My oldest friend thinks I’m keeping secrets, and they aren’t wrong. We were seen arguing the night I returned. And then my friend is found dead.

The old camping bus pulls up outside my house in the middle of the night. Rain is pounding against the windows, thunder rattling, but I’d recognize the sound of the engine anywhere. Confusion races through me. My daughter Willow and her best friend must be back early from their trip. I jump up and rush to meet them. But when I pull open the door, it’s not Willow on the doorstep. It’s a man, holding her keys. Blood roars in my ears as he explains he was hired anonymously to drive it back. My heart is pounding. I don’t understand. Where is my daughter?

Marcella Middleton has always tried to live a good life, but after losing her job, her boyfriend, and her home, she's tired of playing by the rules. But she has a plan. She's going to trick her way into Carmel and Rufus's home, that sickeningly perfect couple with the amazing, renovated farmhouse they're always boasting about in those glamorous lifestyle magazines. She'll tell them she only wants to stay for a few days, even though she never intends to leave. She has no idea the house is haunted by the ghosts of the past. Or that the couple have a sinister hidden agenda of their own.

The only people who’ve been inside our house are the ones I thought I could trust. Someone close is watching me, speaking to Olivia and trying to make me look like a bad parent. I don’t care what my husband says. I’m more scared than I’ve ever been in my life, but my precious child means everything to me. They have no idea how far I’ll go to protect my daughter…

As he packs my things, the nurses tell me Freddie hasn’t left my bedside since the accident I was in days ago. They tell me I’m lucky. We seem like the perfect couple, and together we’ll figure out what happened. So I go home to a beautiful house with a fancy marble kitchen and manicured garden that is supposedly ours. But deep down I know something isn’t right. Even though my memories are gone, this doesn’t feel like my life.

Blythe Connor está decidida a ser a mãe perfeita, calorosa e acolhedora que nunca teve. Porém, no começo exaustivo da maternidade, ela descobre que sua filha Violet não se comporta como a maioria das crianças. Ou ela estaria imaginando? Seu marido Fox está certo de que é tudo fruto do cansaço e que essa é apenas uma fase difícil. Conforme seus medos são ignorados, Blythe começa a duvidar da própria sanidade. Mas quando nasce Sam, o segundo filho do casal, a experiência de Blythe é completamente diferente, e até Violet parece se dar bem com o irmãozinho.

Jay and I have only known each other a short while, but whenever I gaze into his gorgeous brown eyes I know he’s the one. His little house by the deep forest’s edge is perfect for the two of us—no internet, no phone signal, and no neighbors. I’m about as far from my past as I could be. Warm in Jay’s arms, I can persuade myself it’s ok that he disappears for hours when he thinks I’m asleep at night, returning the next morning, glittery eyed and tense. I won’t question him, I can’t challenge him. I need our relationship to work. Because I have secrets too.

Eva Curtis is a pathological perfectionist whose attention to detail means she never makes mistakes – until one slip-up leads to the death of a patient and the end of her career.

My husband is planning to leave me soon, and he thinks that I don't know. Can you believe that after fourteen years of marriage and three kids, he simply wants to discard me like I am trash? Not going to happen. Throughout our entire marriage, he lied and I ignored it, he cheated and I still stood by his side. But now, he has double-crossed me, and dragging him through a messy divorce simply won't cut deep enough. No. I want my pound of flesh. Not literally, of course, because I'm no killer, but then again, thanks to my husband, I've developed a knack for lying.

Violet knows that time is a futile healer. When she thinks of her happily married grandfather—a predator lovingly referred to as Papa—the feelings of rage and betrayal still swell. Her younger sister, Lily, just discovered the numbing truth about him. Their mother, Rose? She can’t believe it. Not Papa. Leave it alone, Violet. Focus on the now.

For Victoria, image is everything, and on the surface, she has it all: a big house, a successful husband, and two beautiful children. But behind the scenes, things are very different. Victoria and her husband have a dark secret, and she lives in terror of it being discovered—of her perfect façade being shattered forever. Under massive stress, but still desperately trying to keep up appearances, her family is falling apart. Victoria has to ask herself how far she's willing to go and how much she's willing to do to preserve her perfect family.

Catherine is frantic. It's her husband Simon's turn to take their son to nursery and he's nowhere to be seen. He promised he'd be here. So, where is he? And why isn't he taking her calls? Her worst fears are soon realised when the police arrive at her door to tell her that Simon is missing, presumed dead. Refusing to accept that he's gone, Catherine spends her days retracing his last steps, and her nights searching the streets in desperation. She will not rest, she will not sleep, until she's put her family back together.

The Daughter. My father is innocent. He’s spent almost four years behind bars, but now he’s getting out. I gave up everything to be there for him, just like he was always there for me. The Girlfriend. As soon as I opened the paper that day and saw that picture of Sandy, I didn’t care about the story surrounding it. There’s no way he hurt that girl. Now he’s out, we’ll get married and I’ll finally get to meet his daughter.The Other Woman. No one knows what happened all those years ago, and the life I built depends on no one finding out.

Ellie is leaving her husband … again. After twenty-two years of marriage and an unsuccessful separation, she can’t take it anymore. On the surface, she has a picture-perfect relationship. Jeff has been a steadfast spouse. But what seems like loyalty is in reality an obsessive desire for control. Ellie is slowly losing her sight, which means she needs more and more assistance, and Jeff will stop at nothing to ensure she feels helpless and reliant on him alone.

One year after his sister’s death, Edward decides to follow through with their dream of opening their guesthouse as a vacation rental. At first, Jax seems like the ideal guest. He’s everything Edward wishes he could be: handsome, outgoing, and without a care in the world. But as the days pass, things don’t seem to be going as well as Edward expected. Jax is inserting himself into Edward’s life, conveniently bumping into him at his work, and then there are the dates he brings back to the guesthouse. The dates Edward never sees leave.

Her missing daughter was just the start of the nightmare. Twenty years ago, Christine Donovan took a call she should have ignored while shopping. In those few seconds while her back was turned, her toddler, Heidi, was kidnapped. She's never been seen again. Despite having two other children with husband Greg, Christine remains guilt-stricken that her neglect caused her child to be stolen, while haunted by a secret that consumes her.