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Something old, something new, something borrowed — someone back from the dead.
Bring a coat — the throne room is about to get very, very cold.

Every monarchy gets one scandal. This one comes with a due date.

In Ashwick you don't hear it through the grapevine. You hear it through the trees.

Two babies, two fathers, one face — here's every player in the Valentine family war, and which of them wants the twins most.


One borrowed drawing room, one pot of tea nobody touches, and a Duchess listening from the doorway.

We had one more question. She was already on the stairs.

"They didn't miss. The fire did." — Kaelia, on the afternoon her family threw her into a volcano.

The only person who knows what the results really say sits down before her patient arrives — and before she has decided what to tell her.

A hotel physio room at eleven at night, a roll of strapping tape, and a pair of gloves that belong to somebody else.

One question in this sit-down never got an answer: what did Mickey whisper in Ariel's ear at the photoshoot?

"I don't decide what the hand draws. I just clean the charcoal off after."

The forensic cleaner who pocketed the evidence sits down to explain himself. He does not apologise.

A stadium dressing room, the power still out, one phone torch propped against a mirror, and a manager waiting in the corridor. We were given eleven minutes.

Is she trying to catch him, or still trying to find her sister? It is the one question in this obsession thriller she stood up rather than answer.

"Everybody I have ever looked at has screamed. She didn't." — Dante

Something old, something new, something borrowed — someone back from the dead.

Every monarchy gets one scandal. This one comes with a due date.

The paperwork covers the photoshoots, the interviews and one kiss in front of fifty thousand people — and whether either of them can still tell it's a performance.

Two babies, two fathers, one face — here's every player in the Valentine family war, and which of them wants the twins most.

Buckle up. You're going to fall hard.

Bring a coat — the throne room is about to get very, very cold.

In Ashwick you don't hear it through the grapevine. You hear it through the trees.

It's time to settle up.

In this city, murders abound — and so do the men who get to decide what to call them.

"Pain was the entry fee." Nobody mentioned the hitmen.

Fifteen years of dead ends, and the FBI has just handed Elise Navarro a living witness.