A Love Buried By Secrets Novels & Stories

I held her hand slightly, feeling the softness. Then she whispered, “I love him. Ethan. I’ve loved him so long it feels like breathing. But the night before the wedding… I heard him. On the phone. Voice like I’ve never heard... it was so cold and slightly scared. Talking about something he buried. A secret maybe... He said if it came out, it would ruin her. Destroy everything they have. I didn’t catch what it was. Just… the fear in his voice. He’s carrying a bomb and pretending it’s confetti.”

"I loved him." The words struck like lightning. Neither Lena nor Sebastian moved. Neither breathed. Because suddenly the mystery wasn't just business. It had never been. Love. Again. Every secret seemed to lead back to love. Love twisted by ambition. Love poisoned by betrayal. Love buried beneath power and money. Eleanor's eyes shimmered faintly. "He was the best of them." Lena's pulse quickened. "What happened?" For a long moment Eleanor seemed somewhere else entirely. Back in another decade.

The car stopped, the driver got out, but still, neither of us moved. Finally, Zaria whispered, her voice barely audible, “Some truths are better left buried, Darian.” I turned my head slowly, meeting her eyes. They were haunted, desperate, and defiant all at once. And in that moment, I realized, she wasn’t just hiding something. She was protecting something. But what? Or who? The question burned in my chest as we stepped out into the night, cameras already waiting again. I slipped my hand around hers, the perfect picture of a husband. But inside, my fury boiled and my suspicions sharpened.

He couldn't understand why she would do something. "I guess not everyone is as they seem, right?" Sophie said as she walked in with David. ********* To everyone of you that came so far with me, I want to take this moment to thank you all. You have been a source of inspiration to me, pushing me to my very best. Thank you all so much. Finally, Secret Love is coming to an end. 2 more chapters to go!!!🤗🤗 Check out my other story; Fading Scars: Scars of the past on W******l. I'm sure you'll love it. Thank you once again. See y'all in the next update.

Liam yelled. "To the village!" the crowd roared back. Aria watched them. She saw the joy on Liam’s face. She saw the way Maya looked at him—with the same fierce, protective love Aria felt for Noah. She felt a hand on her arm. It was Sienna. "We did good," Sienna whispered. "We did," Aria said. "Do you remember?" Sienna asked. "The night we buried the folder? The night we burned the secrets?" "I remember," Aria said.

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 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.