The Trapped

A weekly serialised Sunday evening novel, set in Primrose Hill

I’ve had this story tucked away for a while now, and thought I’d share it with you, as an old school Sunday night story time.

I’m going to send out the next two chapters every Sunday evening. Hope you enjoy! It’s for paid subscribers, but this week you can read a little to see if it’s for you, even if you follow for free. Let me know if you can’t afford the monthly £4, and I will always happily comp, no questions asked.

I’d describe it as White Lotus meets The Valley of the Dolls meets Triangle of Sadness. I’d love you to read along over the next few weeks- Sx

THE TRAPPED

CHAPTER 1

Nobody would have wanted her to actually die. A concussion perhaps, a forearm fracture, a snapped clavicle, or the teensiest row of stitches prettily offset by her Bardot fringe, just enough for a collective outrage, enough for an “Aren’t you brave,my sweet?” All they required was a little neighbourhood performance that …