A Love Buried By Secrets Novels & Stories

“But you can’t bury a soulmate. You can only build a tomb over your heart and hope the ghost doesn’t howl too loudly at night. When Pavlina died, a slow, wasting sickness that stole her from the world... the tomb I built crumbled. All the feelings I had pushed down, all the grief and love I had locked away, came roaring back. And there was nothing I could do to stop them.” I set down the whetstone, my hand trembling slightly. “And so I loved her. From afar. In secret. In stolen moments that had been both the greatest joy and the deepest agony of my life. I loved her till the day she was killed by a monster, a senseless, random act of violence that tore her from the world, and from me, for go

And my thoughts? They were darker than they’d ever been. She was supposed to be gone. Buried. Forgotten. But now she was haunting me. Threatening everything I had built. Everything I was still trying to protect. I looked at the broken phone in my hand. At the blood. At the mess. And I smiled. But it wasn’t kind. It was the kind of smile you wear when you’re ready to burn the world to keep your secrets. Even if it meant destroying the only woman I had ever loved.

She found the girl more prettier than her, maybe that was why Ryan chooses that girl instead of her. After getting rid of her, she still chooses to follow him to America. She just loves him. In her room, it was filled with Ryan pictures and only Ryan's pictures. When Ryan was eight, high school pictures, when Ryan was playing with his friwnds, even when he was eating. The pictures was there. She never knew it was obsession not love. She was only obsessed with him.

I look down in shame, “It's not that easy. I tried. I tried to tell you, but I was scared.” “And you think keeping it a secret is best?” He grates out. “That guy in there is in love with you, it'll break him if he finds out his newly engaged fiancée is pregnant with her ex-husband's baby. Cause I know he's certainly the father,” “Lower your voice please, someone might hear you,” I beg him. “I’ve been watching you all night, you've been calm, playing along, when you're hiding such a big secret?” “Is not what you think, Paul…”

That I was strong enough to protect him by hiding it. But deep down, I knew the truth. Secrets do not stay buried. They carry you, drag you down, and sooner or later, they drown you. And as I lay there against Liam’s chest, the weight of the secret already pressed down like water filling my lungs. I had never been so close to him. I had never felt more loved. And yet, I had never felt so utterly alone.

🌹 Damien 🌹 Secrets had a way of festering, growing into something monstrous the longer they remained buried. And now, as I sat across from Aurora in my office, sifting through the mess of documents she had uncovered, I realized just how deep our families’ corruption ran. Aurora’s face was pale, her fingers clutching the edges of a worn folder as if it were the last piece holding her together. I had seen her shaken before, but this was different. This wasn’t just shock—this was betrayal, curling around her like a vice.

And it's destroying him. She folded the note, tucked it into her pocket. Walked to the bedroom. The door was open. Alexander was asleep, his face soft in the dim light, his breathing slow and even. She stood in the doorway, watching him. She loved him. She had always loved him. But love wasn't enough. Not when it was built on secrets. She would find out what he was hiding. She would find out what Marcus knew. And when she did, she would decide if their love was worth saving.

Then he leaned down and kissed me—soft, desperate, like he was trying to pour every unspoken promise into the touch. His lips were warm, gentle, tasting faintly of salt from my tears. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. “I love you,” he whispered. “No matter what. No matter how long we have to keep this buried. No matter what mask we have to wear. I love you.” “Love you too,” I managed, voice barely audible. “Always.” We fell asleep like that—entwined, bodies pressed close, his heartbeat under my cheek, my fingers curled into his T-shirt. Secrets buried deep between us like a grave we’d dug ourselves.

Ruby's POV I’ve always believed that some secrets are better left hidden, buried beneath layers of silence and denial. But secrets have a way of clawing their way to the surface eventually. And when they do, they threaten to destroy everything in their path especially when they involve the people you care about most.

Or a clue. And in that moment, I knew—tonight wasn’t only about love. It was the beginning of something darker. Something hidden. Something waiting. A truth buried beneath whispers, kisses, and half-spoken promises. This story isn’t just about the heart. It’s about the secrets it hides. The moon was still high, its pale light washing over the estate, but my heart pounded louder than ever. The pendant weighed heavily in my palm — its coldness sinking into my skin like the chill running down my spine.