All Chapters of Secret Infatuation: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The next morning, I set out for the address on the back of the picture. I had tossed and turned all night, my mind filled with questions about my past, my father, and the brother I never knew. Now, it was time for answers. Driving through the countryside, I eventually reached the location. To only realize that it was right in the middle of the land I had been trying to buy from Nathan. The irony of it all didn’t escape me. The very land I wanted for my waterpark and casino resort held ties to my bloodline. The entrance to the gated community was heavily guarded, with tall iron fences and security cameras at every angle. The guards, dressed in black tactical gear, looked more like mercenaries than simple security personnel. One of them approached my car, peering through the tinted window with a scrutinizing glare. “State your business.” I kept my expression neut

The resemblance had always been there, but I had never thought much of it. Nathan—Caleb—had has always been an enigma, a powerful force that moved through the city with precision and dominance. I had spent years at odds with him, clashing over land, business, and influence. Now, knowing he was my brother? It changed everything. I didn’t know how to process it, but I also didn’t have the energy to fight the storm brewing in my mind. Marcus, sensing my inner turmoil, invited me to stay the night. “Let everything settle,” he said, pouring me another glass of whiskey. “Tomorrow, I’ll show you the pack. I want you to understand what you’re part of.” I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. Was it anger, resentment, or maybe even curiosity, but I agreed. The next morning, I woke up to the sound of birds chir

Dragging both Liam and Olivia into the hotel suite had been a struggle, but adrenaline had pushed me forward. My heart pounded while I maneuvered them onto the bed and chair, my mind racing to figure out what had happened. One minute, they were fine; laughing, drinking, and blending seamlessly into the charity event. The next, both of them were barely able to stand, their limbs heavy, their eyes unfocused. It didn’t make sense. Thank the Goddess for Liam’s assistant. They had stepped in without hesitation, helping me get them out of there before things got worse. Now, sitting at Liam’s bedside, I watched him carefully. His breathing was steady, but his body still looked tense, like he was caught between wakefulness and unconsciousness. Olivia, across the room, stirred slightly, her fi

Damn it. Why was it so hard to just tell Alex the truth? He had asked me point-blank, and all I had to do was say it. Nathan Cross is my brother. But the words never came out. Instead, I stood there like an idiot, choking on my own damn secrets, and watched him walk away. And when he walked away this time, he wasn’t just angry. He was done. The second the door slammed shut, I bolted. I ran down the hallway, through the lobby, and straight out onto the quiet, empty streets, searching for any sign of him. But Alex was gone. The night air was cold, thick with the scent of rain, and the eerie silence of the city at this hour only made the weight in my chest worse. He was just gone. I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down my face. His whole mood had shifted after tal

I stripped off my bloodied shirt with a wince, the fabric sticking to my skin where the cut on my forehead had started to dry. My ribs screamed in protest as I moved, the deep ache making it clear that at least one of them was cracked—maybe worse. The bathroom mirror didn’t do me any favors. Bruises were already blooming across my skin, deep purple and angry red. My lip was busted, my cheek swollen. I sighed and turned on the shower, stepping under the spray and letting the hot water rinse away the grime and dried blood. My muscles protested, but I forced myself to stand under the heat, watching as the water swirled pink at my feet. The steam curled around me, thick and suffocating, but for the first time since Ryan showed up, I finally felt like I could breathe. Then the door opened. I stiffened. “Emma, I swear if you—” “It’s not Emma.” Liam’s voice was low, steady. I turned my head just enough to see his reflection in the fogged-up mirror. He stood in the doorway, arm