Hidden Identity นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he thought. Joshua frowned as he thought about the past. Those pictures. The photos. The private investigator couldn’t clearly catch the pictures of the men because they were always hiding their faces or always in disguise. And he was assured by the private investigator that it was always the same men as they all have the same built and frame. They’re just hiding their identity for whatever reason. "These men are quite famous and popular so they're always keeping their idenity a secret. So, could it be? Were they the one who was with her during our marriage?” whispers Joshua.

I moved to the back of the cell, checking the heavy iron bars of the small window that looked out into the stormy night. Suddenly, a low, sinister chuckle echoed from the shadows of the adjacent cell. "I wouldn't try escaping through there if I were you, little hybrid," a raspy voice whispered. I froze, my blood turning to ice as a pair of glowing red eyes materialized in the darkness next to me. Someone knew what I was.

Someone experienced. Certainly not a sixteen-year-old girl. --- A loud crash echoed above. Furniture overturned. Glass shattered. Voices shouted. --- The search had begun. --- Elena looked around quickly. Then spotted a second door hidden behind storage shelves. --- Interesting. --- Very interesting. --- A hidden exit. --- Daniel followed her gaze. --- "Emergency route." --- Of course. --- A man living under a false identity for ten years would prepare contingencies. --- Without hesitation Elena helped him stand.

Cecile stammered. But Grandmother turned away, unwilling to hear more. Cecile clenched her fists. Why is everyone hiding the truth about Rose’s father? What secret are they keeping? In the hotel hallway, Diana collided with Sam. “You?” she spat. “What are you doing here?” Sam smirked. “How’s the family? How’s that expensive shawl of yours? Hope it is still good?” She ignored him. “I came here to use the restroom,” Sam added cheekily. “These air-conditioned hotels, ah, the luxury! No wonder you like hanging around here too.”

He knew what it meant. “Bar,” I muttered, pacing the length of the apartment. The hardwood creaked under every step. “Some asshole slipped it under my glass.” Thomas turned the card over, like the back would spell out answers. Blank. Just the serpent, black and coiled. “Shit,” he breathed. “They’re onto us.” “No.” I spun on him, the word cutting sharper than my blade. “They’re onto me.” Thomas and I had been through the same furnace. Same blood-soaked training floors, same broken knuckles and fractured ribs. But the difference was, he never had to hide what he was. He was always Thomas. He could walk into a room without the weight of a mask threatening to crack.

"I know, Jim, I know. But if he finds out she doesn't live here anymore he-" "He won't be able to do a thing because if he harms us or anyone here, it'll start a war not only between our pack and his but between our allied packs, as well because he and members from his pack are foreigners." Dad turned to me and embraced me tightly. My chest aching and my heart becoming heavy. My father has always been my rock, my saviour and the one person I could always turn to when I had nothing and no one else. "I have family friends in a few places, you can join their packs and stay hidden until you find someone else or until he stops looking for you but remembers, this is only if he starts looking for y

He sat on the couch and beamed, 'You haven't told them my true identity, thank you for that'. Hoseong held him a glass of wine and responded, 'You have my secret, and I have to hide yours. If you keep doing me a favor, I'll do the same'. Hoseong did not tell his siblings that Namjae was the leader of the Leo's. He knew his brothers would refuse to work with him. They would never believe Namjae at all costs. He knew that if Minho and Nora discovered that Namjae was the leader who knew the truth about Ruda, they would deeply detest him. He decided to hide his identity until Namjae hid his truth. Hea came out of the room and Namjae smiled warmly. She smiled a little and marveled,'You are back'.

I said. "Someone who existed under a different identity and chose to step out of it." She turned another page. "These people are usually protecting something. From public attention, from legal exposure, from personal history they need to manage carefully. They build a secondary identity not from nothing but from deliberate subtraction. They know exactly what to remove and what to leave visible." She paused. "The removal requires resources. Sophistication. Access to systems and processes that ordinary people cannot reach."

Jane widened her eyes in surprise. "More precisely, the chat group you created to gossip about Anthony." Jane didn't expect that one of her group members would know her true identity. She had always been careful all this time. For three years, she hid her identity and no one ever knew her real name. Even with thousands of members in the chat group, they never met each other in the real world, and they only connected in the chat group. "How did you know my identity?" “That's easy,” Sarah grinned. “You're too predictable.”

“Each of us carries something — something we wish the world would understand, or accept. And one of those things... is that a true identity reveal never comes easily. It doesn’t arrive when you demand it — it arrives as a rare, precious opportunity.” He paused, then lowered his sunglasses with a proud smile. “And today... it has to do with my granddaughter — the one who’s been running WASTON Group from the shadows all these years.” Gasps and murmurs spread through the room. He continued, calm and sure, almost amused by our reactions. “For years, we chose to keep her identity secret. Not even our closest allies knew. We didn’t want anyone to be aware — not yet. And for reasons best known to u