What if the charmed sisters went on to marry some of the richest men in America? Each with their private lives of twists and turns, read on and follow their lives . . . .

Piper woke up, the sun beaming down on her face through the open window. Jack had obviously gotten up before her to go to work and with his possessive love of nature, opened the mahogany windows. She threw back the covers and launched herself out of the four poster bed. She had to be at P3 by 12 'o' clock to discuss the possibility of expanding the chain of clubs to outside San Francisco. She slipped into her silk robe and headed down stairs. The large dining table was laid heavily with food for breakfast, a half finished plate lay at the head where her husband had once been, sipping coffee and reading the real estate page. She capsized into the nearest chair poured herself a cup of coffee and leaned back. This was her life. Married to one of America's most successful real estate developers, 2 kids at whom where cared for by a paid nanny. She didn't have to lift a finger. The only thing that she had run of, was her club, P3, devised between herself and her two sisters. One of these days, she had to phone them. . .

"Phoebe, you're going to be late," a dark haired, muscled man called up from the foot of the stairs, shifting through the heap of mail. Phoebe came gliding down the hand made stairs, attaching an earring to her left ear. She had to be at the studio to record the first episode of her new show 'That's Phoebe'. Her husband handed her three envelopes at which had IMPORTANT stamped on the front and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Max had met phoebe at a club his friend had dragged him to for his lame stag night. He danced with her and took her back to his place where he held onto her, never letting go. He was in love, and the blonde bombshell he was due to marry was put out with the rubbish and Phoebe stepped into her shoes. They married on the same date at the same venue, same everything, just different bride. She hadn't been in love with Max but his offer was one not to refuse and in time, she grew to love him. She often wondered whether her marriage would ever turn out normal, happily married couple with children. Then she came back to reality: She was a successful T.V star, wife to a successful lawyer. Her life would never be normal. . . .

Prue lifted herself of the doctors bed and sighed. "It's official then, I'm definitely pregnant?" The doctor nodded and handed her a form. "I advise you visit the hospital in 6 weeks time for an antenatal check-up, maybe Jason could join you." Prue pulled down her top and shook her head. "He's very busy, not even a baby will slow him down." The doctor removed his glasses and looked at the once beautiful photographer to the stars. "Mrs Turner, you aren't expected to go through this pregnancy on your own. You may be married to a famous actor but, if you get him to slow his showbiz life down, for the sake of his child. ." Prue cut him off. "My husband may party to much but he doesn't need to attend some meeting to love his baby." She grabbed her coat and left. She had been hired to do a photo shoot for a new film 'Rise and Fall' and Jason Turner was the star. She was young and beautiful. He took her out, romanced her and loved her. Two weeks later she had become Mrs Jason Turner, living the rock and roll life he had become accustomed to. Before she could get out, a man in a white coat had told her she was pregnant. GREAT.. . .