Fiona Fisher lives a quiet and contented existence. A former nurse who married Jason, the doctor of her dreams, she is now a mother to his two daughters and living in the sort of cosy village home she’d always wished for.

‘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?

Cass Maccabee thought her new life in the Gardens of Orchid Hill would be perfect—a luxury home, an ideal neighborhood, and a promising future. But when she arrives, she can’t shake the feeling that something is off. There are whispers of secrets, hidden motives, and a dark past no one dares to speak about.

I take a sip of coffee as I plan my day. My surgeon husband, Cole, slept at work last night, so I had to get the kids ready on my own, again. I can’t complain, though, I’ve loved him ever since we met, long before he became a famous surgeon and the papers started calling him the pride of the hospital. Our latest family photo hangs on the kitchen wall and I remember that day so clearly. Cole screamed at me over nothing, then apologised saying he was stressed at work. My heart pounded with fear, but I plastered a smile on my face for the sake of my children.

Nic Carraway wants to be a writer. Newly graduated, she scores a cheap summer lease on a small boat house in Long Island, surrounded by the super-rich. Across the water, her charming cousin Danny and his type-A wife, Tomasina. Next door, an influencer who throws extravagant parties populated by the world's A-list, operating under the handle @Gatsby. But no one can be careless like the rich. They are used to doing whatever they want, their secrets kept and their messes swept away.