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Framed for murder. Surrounded by women with secrets. I’ve spent my whole life becoming someone else. A new name. A polished history. A flawless facade—all carefully constructed to earn me a place in Magnolia Estates, the most exclusive neighborhood in Mississippi. Joining the Magnolia Estates book club feels like the final seal of approval. These women are everything I’ve pretended to be: wealthy, elegant, untouchable. But perfection is exhausting. And every woman in that room is hiding something. Betsey Hartwell watches me like she knows who I really am. Margot Spencer’s designer ...

She never stopped searching, and the buried secrets led to a disturbing final twist. My sister Audrie disappeared from Nightfall Commons Mall fifteen years ago. She was eight years old. She vanished from the play area while I was supposed to be watching her. The police gave up. My parents gave up. Everyone moved on. Everyone except me. Now I work nights in the same dying mall where she vanished, patrolling empty corridors lit by flickering fluorescents and haunted by unanswered questions. I can’t leave. I can’t stop looking. I can’t outrun the guilt that’s been rotting inside me ...

A missing husband. A reality dating experiment. A marriage built by an algorithm. I wake up to find my husband gone. Not my real husband. My algorithmic husband. The man I was matched with on a high-stakes reality dating show, where strangers marry at first meeting, live together for thirty days, and compete for life-changing prize money—all under constant surveillance. Jonas wasn’t supposed to disappear. Not without a goodbye. Not after the vows. Not after the intimacy that felt uncomfortably real. Production claims he quit. No explanation. No warning. No contact. Just a vanished groom...

A hidden identity. A violent past. A killer who knows her better than she knows herself. I live by routines. Locked doors. Controlled schedules. Predictable days. Five years ago, I survived a violent attack while working as a real estate agent in Augusta. I escaped a man who should have been just another client—and I ran. I changed my name. I moved states. I rebuilt my life in Nashville, one listing at a time. I don’t talk about the past. I don’t revisit old memories. I tell myself survival was enough. Then a client is murdered at one of my properties. Then a colleague vanishes. Then ...

A marriage pact. A political power couple. A single night with deadly consequences After twenty-two years of marriage, I propose a radical solution to save what’s left between us—a hall pass agreement. One night apart. No rules. No questions. As the wife of a rising mayor, I’ve spent decades playing my part in a public image marriage built on ambition, sacrifice, and carefully curated truths. This one night is supposed to be freedom—a marital reset, a final chance to remember who we were before power, children, and secrets reshaped everything. By morning, someone is dead. Now the ...

A Christmas homecoming. A missing family. A reality no one else remembers. I come home for the holidays expecting family traditions and seasonal comfort. Instead, I find my sister alone in my parents’ living room—calm, radiant, and strangely untouched by time. There’s just one problem. Her husband and children don’t exist. Marlowe insists she was never married. My parents back her up with concerned smiles and soft reassurances, blaming my memories on stress, exhaustion, and emotional fragility after what happened years ago. But I remember everything. Holiday dinners. Childhood ...

She came to heal at an isolated wellness retreat. She stayed to survive. Tessa Rowan checked into Eversage Ridge to heal. She expected mindfulness. Solitude. A reset. What she found was something far more insidious. Behind the tranquil façade of the exclusive wellness retreat lies constant surveillance, psychological manipulation, and a system designed to dismantle its guests one layer at a time. As the staff probes deeper into Tessa’s past, she begins to question everything—her memories, her sanity, even her own guilt. The answers she’s searching for don’t bring peace. They bring ...

She watched a killer hunt. The people she trusted were hiding everything. I haven’t left my apartment in two years. Not since the night I watched my best friend get attacked—and no one believed me. Not since the police dismissed my testimony because I’d been drinking. Not since Claire disappeared from my life, and I blamed myself for not saving her. Now I watch the world through a webcam feed of the Gullhaven Boardwalk. It’s safer this way. Predictable. I catalog the regulars—Jogger Jim, Bench Betty, Phone Guy. I know their patterns. I understand their routines. Then she appears. ...

She trusted her instincts—until suspicion turned every quiet moment into a threat. I watch them every day at the pool. Tiffanie in her designer swimsuit. The Donahue girls endlessly scrolling. Steve, counting out his fifty perfect laps. They don’t notice me watching. They don’t know I’m cataloging their routines, their habits, their secrets—every carefully constructed version of who they pretend to be. My husband flies international routes: Singapore, London, Dubai. He’s gone more than he’s home. And when he is home, he’s already somewhere else. At first, it’s small things...

What begins as a hometown reunion ignites a stalker obsession she can’t escape. I return to my hometown for my twenty-year high school reunion, hoping to confront the past and finally move on. Instead, someone starts sending me photographs I’ve never seen before. Pictures of my teenage bedroom. Images of me crying after prom. Moments I was certain no one else ever witnessed. Someone has been watching me—for decades. My best friend, Tori, insists we can figure out who’s behind the messages. My boyfriend, Enzo, flies in from Chicago, terrified for my safety. Everyone wants to protect ...

She wanted safety. She found a controlled community instead. Your new neighbors are watching. For your own good. I thought moving to Serenity Heights would fix everything. After my divorce, the manicured lawns, smiling neighbors, and promise of safety felt like a fresh start—exactly what I needed to rebuild a broken life. But insomnia has a way of revealing what daylight hides. While the rest of the neighborhood sleeps, I’m awake—watching residents move through the streets in eerie synchronization. Noticing how questions are quietly discouraged. How people who push too hard suddenly ...

I survived a crime we swore to bury. Now someone is killing us to make sure the truth stays dead. The phone call comes at midnight, shattering ten years of carefully constructed silence. Jilly is dead. Murdered—just like the others. I haven’t spoken to any of them since we scattered after college. Since that night, when blood soaked into carpets and our lives split into before and after. We made a pact back then—to stay away, to let the past rot in silence. But promises don’t matter when someone starts hunting the survivors. Now we’re all back in Miami. Five women bound by trauma,...

For all we know, or think we know, about Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, what we don't know is far, far greater. In one of the duo's most exciting cases, The Adventure of the Speckled Band, we know when Helen Stoner arrives "in a considerable state of excitement" at the door of 221B Baker Street, seeking the assistance of Holmes and Watson: "It was early in April in the year '83..." But what happened during the rest of 1883? Or all of 1884?

She faked her own death to expose a betrayal—and woke up hunted instead. I thought I was the smartest person in the room. A therapist who could read people like open books. So when I started piecing together proof that my husband was having an affair with my best friend, I didn’t just confront them—I designed the perfect revenge. I would disappear for two days. Let them believe I was dead. Then return with “recovered memories” that exposed their betrayal and ruined them with clinical precision. Everything was planned. Except when I woke up three days later, nothing aligned with my...

Three women. Three impossible choices. Three mind-bending journeys into obsession, betrayal, and survival. From wellness retreats with deadly secrets to glittering empires built on lies, Mind Games pulls you into the twisting psyches of ordinary women caught in extraordinary deceit. Each story unravels with razor-sharp tension and shocking revelations that will keep you turning pages late into the night. It includes the books: The Stay Vanished at Sea Pretty Little Profits Mind Games contains three unputdownable psychological thrillers—The Stay, Vanished at Sea, and Pretty Little Profits...

They sold her empowerment. Then they tried to erase her. Grace Anderson thought the hardest part of her life was over when the divorce papers were signed. She was wrong. Freshly untethered and quietly panicking, Grace didn’t just need a fresh start—she needed reinvention. A new identity. A new future. That was how Aurabelle found her. A glittering wellness empire wrapped in soft lighting and sharper promises. Six-figure dreams. Empowerment language. Sisterhood without judgment. And for the first time in years, Grace felt chosen. She felt visible. She felt safe. The women were flawless ...

A holiday retreat. A locked-room mystery. A psychological thriller of guilt, secrets, and revenge. I thought I understood guilt. I was wrong. Two days before Christmas, an executive retreat invitation arrives—a team-building weekend at a remote mountain lodge with my colleagues from VectorPoint. Our missing CEO was supposed to be there. So was the woman who tried to warn me. Gregory Armstrong vanished after Thanksgiving. Emma Heaton, the whistleblower who begged for my help, disappeared last December. We were told she was dead. When a blizzard traps us inside the lodge, reality fractures....

She went viral for being stalked—then watched as the internet turned her into the villain in a twisted psychological thriller about obsession, manipulation, and revenge. My name is Madison Hale, and someone is stalking me. Intimate messages. Personal details I’ve never shared. Photos taken without my knowledge. So I did what any smart influencer would do. I asked my community for help. I documented everything. Shared my fear. Let them see the evidence unfold in real time. I never told them to destroy lives. I never said anyone deserved to die. But when you have half a million people who...