A Love Buried By Secrets Novels & Stories

Liam yanked the cover free and unlocked the door with a click. Inside, it smelled of damp fabric and old fuel. Ariana climbed in beside him, teeth chattering. “How far is it?” she asked, hugging herself as Liam started the engine. “An hour. Maybe less if the roads are clear.” “And we’re driving to a grave in the middle of the night because…?” “Because some secrets don’t stay buried.” He said it like a fact. Like he’d learned it the hard way. They drove in silence for the first ten minutes. Trees blurred past, silvered by headlights and rain. Ariana stared out the window, heart heavy with what Ghost had revealed what Liam hadn’t.

Somewhere along the way, between the late-night conversations and the quiet mornings and the way she refused to give up even when everything seemed impossible—somewhere in all of that, she'd stopped being a means to an end. She'd become something more. Maybe not something serious, but definitely more than a stranger. And that terrified him. Because he was still lying to her. Still hiding who he really was. Still keeping secrets that would destroy everything the moment they came to light. Liam closed his eyes, his jaw tight. He was sorry, but couldn't say it out loud. Instead, he sat there in the dim glow of the TV, with Sophia asleep against his shoulder, and let himself pretend—just for a l

I sink into the nearest chair, the cufflink still cold in my hand, and for the first time in years, I don’t know how to fix what’s breaking. The phone buzzes again, another message from Alexandra. Alexandra : She knows. My chest tightens. I stare at the words until the letters burn into my mind. Outside, lightning flickers across the skyline, the same kind of flash that started it all. And just like that, I realize what comes next. Secrets never stay buried. Not when love is the shovel. CHAPTER 13 (POV: Lydia Hart) The engagement ring sparkled like a lie. For the first time since Damian slipped it onto my finger, it felt heavy. Too heavy.

I hide it under the floorboard beneath our bed, where no one will find it, unless they’re meant to. The wooden floorboard creaks softly as I slide it back into place, resting the weight of the bed over our secret. It feels like burying a piece of my heart in the earth, a desperate time capsule left behind for a future version of myself I might not even recognize. I look back at the hiding spot, praying silently that if my mind is wiped clean someday, some instinct will lead me back to this place to find the truth of who I was when I was loved by him.

"Let's break up." Audrey's face drained of color as she instantly let go. "Why? What happened?" Once the lie began, the rest easily fell out. I couldn't look at her and turned my face away as I said, "Nothing happened. I just don't love you anymore." She let out a disbelieving, angry laugh. "Is this April Fool's or some kind of a joke? You told me you loved me just the other day." I met her eyes and announced, "I'm not lying. I'm getting engaged to Clara. She's capable and has her family's backing. I'm tired of all of this."

“Ivan, I love you. I won’t ever stop loving you, and I know that as beautiful as I find this place, it’s completely messing with your head.” I couldn’t help looking down and sniffing in amusement at her bluntness. “I guess it is.” “So, we talk. You tell me what's going on and that way we stay close. I was once told secrets are like seeds. If you keep them hidden, they grow and grow. The longer they stay silent the bigger the gap grows. Like when tree roots wreck the foundations of a building. Love, even a mate-bond can’t ever work with secrets.” Then she covered her face with her hand in a deep blush, “that’s my silly little speech anyway,” she muttered, forcing me to turn her face to mine.

However, I have the distinct impression that he is staring straight through me as he attempts to process the torrent of information I have dumped on him. "What did they do with his body?" He says in a husky tone, swallowing back the pain that engulfs him. "Did they burn it?" "No, they buried him, along with the gun I used to shoot him with, in the basement above the hidden tunnel via which they import and export their shipments on foot. Trent is attempting to use the gun against me as leverage, but he is oblivious that I am aware that he used the same gun to murder underage sex traffic victims."

Thudding sounds echoing with every pant. Love is overrated anyway. He doesn’t even want me. If he knew who I really was—what I was—he’d not only avoid me. He’d hate me. Kayleigh snarls at me, but I shut her out. The wind whips my face, tugging at my hair, but I don’t stop until I see the bonfire again. Thank Goddess for Eva—who is rambling about some celebrity crush. I slip into the seat beside her, a practiced smile that betrays my trembling hands. If I stay quiet enough, maybe no one will notice I’m falling apart.

Now, he was left with nothing but memories of their short-lived love. The day of Samantha's burial arrived, and the palace was filled with mourners. The Queen and Blake were seated at the front row, while the palace maids and other servants were standing at the back. As the priest began the service, Blake's eyes wandered around the room, searching for Veronica. He had hoped that she would come and pay her last respects to Samantha, but she was nowhere to be found. After the service, Samantha's body was taken to the cemetery, where she was buried. Blake stood at the graveside, watching as the coffin was lowered into the ground. He felt like a part of him had died with Samantha, and he knew th