Taylor Hill Age Novels & Stories

Isabelle says through the phone. "She can come in," I reply before I set the phone down once again. I hear my door open and Taylor walks in. She's absolutely beautiful, but I don't think she knows it. She's taller than me, around 5'8. Her long auburn hair is naturally curly and goes to the middle of her back. Her eyes are a bright green and she has freckles all across her cheeks. "It's wonderful to meet you Taylor," mom says and it looks as if Taylor's eye pop out of her head.

She was always excited to care for baby Clara. Five years later, Gillian had grown into a teenager and was about to celebrate her 17th birthday. "Dad, I want to invite all my friends. They all want to meet you," Gillian rested her head on Troy's shoulder as they watched TV together. "Your friends are something else, Gillian. I thought girls your age were fans of Korean actors," Sarah, sitting between her two sons, chuckled softly. But she couldn't deny to herself that even in his forties, Troy still looked handsome and charismatic. Even though he had refocused on his own company, many advertising agencies and major brands still hired him as a model.

I answer, taking his hand into mine for a shake and my breath cut at how cold his hand is. This man is struggling to keep himself from crashing down before us and I think that I'm not the only one who has been unable to move on after four years. I couldn't move on the same way Taylor couldn't move on and Rory sure as hell haven't either. We let go and he scratches his head, “So how old is she?” “She turned three a few months ago,” I answer and it doesn't do him good, if anything, he looks almost miserable all over again.

Taliah involuntarily stepped back, only to be grabbed by the nearest man. "This is the girl Jackson had been hiding. She's quite charming and a good actress, but she looks a little young." "It doesn't matter if she's young or not. I heard she hasn't been deflowered yet?" The speaker looked at Chadwick for confirmation. Chadwick raised an eyebrow in feigned sophistication. "She just turned 20 and never had a boyfriend in college. She's very clean. Whether she's been deflowered or not, well, that's something to find out."

The Taylor mansion was majestic, it looked like a palace. It was built by Noah Taylor forty years ago as a gift to his lovely wife, Sophia Taylor. His beloved wife passed away five years ago due to a long illness. Noah Taylor was sixty years old with an intimidating aura. He had two sons, John Taylor and Keith Taylor. His elder son, John, was thirty-five years old. He was business-minded and very intelligent. His youngest son, Keith, was thirty-two years old and was not interested in business. He was in the military and capable.

Rhea's Pov Maria nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears that seemed to hold decades of grief. "That is exactly what she did. Hillary grew up under so much maltreatment from her parents, especially from Sally. She was treated even worse than a servant in her own home. In the eyes of the world, the Taylors were a respectable family, but behind those closed doors, Hillary was not a human to them. She was forced to work, to hide when guests arrived, to be invisible. But despite all that, Hillary never became a dark person."