It is the memory of a hand once held too tightly — or not tightly enough.
It is a vow made in the quiet, and broken in the storm.
It is love, and betrayal, and the stories left whispering through the magnolias, even after we are gone.
Mary Taylor, the youngest daughter of Virginia’s most influential family, has spent a lifetime in her sister’s shadow. But when she steps into society’s gaze, she finds herself entangled in whispered scandals, long-standing feuds, and love letters that never quite arrive.
A single season will change everything — if she can survive it.
Elizabeth Taylor was never meant to be tamed. Yet when her pride and spirit threaten her family's standing, she is thrust into a marriage she cannot refuse — and a future she cannot imagine.
In a world that would see her broken, Elizabeth must choose whether to harden her heart or risk it, for the first time, on a man who just might deserve it.
A reluctant bride. A pride undone. A love that grew, stubborn as magnolias, in the place she never thought to plant it.
Charles Taylor has carried the family legacy with diligence and duty — until a chance at love forces him to reckon with old loyalties, new desires, and the price of forgiveness.
In the end, he must choose: between the past that shaped him, and the love that could save him.
Edward Taylor has always been better at making promises than keeping them — until the one vow he most needs to make might cost him everything.
Legacies are not merely inherited — they are written, rewritten, and sometimes… stolen.
Turn the page, and join us for the next chapter.
(Though, do try not to appear too eager.)
In Charleston, pride outpaces prosperity.
In Atlanta, new fortunes rise with fists and fire.
In New Orleans, secrets dance behind every shuttered window.
In Virginia, names carved in stone cannot bury the living scandals.
Fortunes will rise, fall, and rise again.
And through it all, love and legacy weave their tangled web —
binding hearts and haunting generations.
Whilst every legacy begins with a single name,
it never ends there.
Legacies are not merely inherited — they are written, rewritten, and sometimes... stolen.
Turn the page, and join us for the next chapter.
(Though, do try not to appear too eager.)