Seeds of Yesterday (4) (Dollanganger)

Product DescriptionNow a major Lifetime movie event-Book Four of the Dollanganger series that began with Flowers in the Attic-the novel of forbidden love that captured the worlds imagination and earned V.C. Andrews a fiercely devoted fanbase.They escaped their mothers hellish trap years ago, but a cruel history of lies and deceit has come full circleThe forbidden love that blossomed when Cathy and Christopher were held captive in Foxworth Hall is one the Dollanganger familys darkest secrets. Now, with three grown children and even a new last name, the pair seem to have outlived a twisted legacy. But on their son Barts twenty-fifth birthday, when the spiteful and disturbed young man claims his rightful inheritance, the full, shattering truth of their tainted past will be revealed at Foxworth Hall-the place where the nightmare began, and where Christopher and Cathy were once just innocent flowers in the atticAbout the AuthorOne of the most popular authors of all time,V.C. Andrewshas been a bestselling phenomenon since the publication ofFlowers in the Attic, first in the renowned Dollanganger family series, which includesPetals on the Wind,If There Be Thorns,Seeds of Yesterday, andGarden of Shadows. The family saga continues withChristophers Diary: Secrets of Foxworth,Christophers Diary: Echoes of Dollanganger, andSecret Brother, as well asBeneath the Attic,Out of the Attic, andShadows of Foxworthas part of the fortieth anniversary celebration. There are more than ninety V.C. Andrews novels, which have sold over 107 million copies worldwide and have been translated into twenty-five foreign languages.Join the conversation about the world of V.C. Andrews at Facebook.com/OfficialVCAndrews.Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Foxworth HallAnd so it came to pass the summer when I was fifty-two and Chris was fifty-four that our mothers promise of riches, made long ago when I was twelve and Chris was fourteen, was at last realized.We both stood and stared at that huge, intimidating house Id never expected to see again. Even though it was not an exact duplicate of the original Foxworth Hall, still I quivered inside. What a price both Chris and I had paid to stand where we were now, temporary rulers over this mammoth house that should have been left in charred ruins. Once, long ago, Id believed he and I would live in this house like a princess and prince, and between us wed have the golden touch of King Midas, only with more control.I no longer believed in fairy tales.As vividly as if it had happened only yesterday, I remembered that chill summer night full of mystical moonlight and magical stars in a black velvet sky when wed first approached this place, expecting only the best to happen. We had found only the worst.At that time Chris and I had been so young, innocent and trusting, believing in our mother, loving her, believing as she led us and our five-year-old twin brother and sister through the dark and somehow scary night, to that huge house called Foxworth Hall, that all our future days would be colored green for wealth and yellow for happiness.What blind faith wed had when we tagged along behind.Locked away in that dim and dreary upstairs room, playing in that dusty, musty attic, wed sustained our selves by our belief in our mothers promises that someday Foxworth Hall and all its fabulous riches would be ours. However, despite all her promises, a cruel and heartless old grandfather with a bad but tenacious heart refused to stop beating in order to let four young and hopeful hearts live, and so wed waited, and waited, until more than three long, long years passed, and Momma failed to keep her promise.And not until the dayshe died -- and her will was read -- did Foxworth Hall fall under our control. She had left the mansion to Bart, her favorite grandson, my child by her own second husband, but until he was twenty-five, the estate was