A Love Buried By Secrets Novels & Stories

“He wasn’t leaving it behind. He was hiding from it.” She stood up abruptly and turned her back to me, her arms wrapped around herself. “All of it,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. “Our entire life. Our love. Our family. It was all built on a burial ground. And he was the one who buried the bodies.” Her shoulders began to shake. Silent, wrenching tremors. This wasn’t the loud, furious grief from last night. This was something deeper, a soul-deep disillusionment that left no room for sound.

She was shattered, and I knew that, no matter how hard we tried, no conversation could undo what we were about to uncover. "Alright," she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. And with that simple word, we made our way to my house. As we walked, the thoughts haunted me. What did this mean? Had our parents lived a secret romance? Were the marriages they built just a façade? And if it was true, was our view of love, which we always believed to be pure and unshakable, completely wrong? Worse still, there was the most terrifying possibility of all: what if we were related?

Suddenly, Vicky recalled what the maid of the Hart family had told her and continued, "So... when your parents locked me away... You knew about that too?" Vicky looked up at him, her eyes wide open. "And… My car accident... my amnesia... you were behind them, weren't you?" A chill flashed through Tyler's eyes, and his voice grew even colder, "You claimed to love me, but you've kept many secrets from me. Vicky, this is the love you speak of. It's hypocritical and cheap." Everything that she had neglected in the past, all the things she could not understand, made sense at that moment.

But what Vivian said stuck with her. She had feelings for Liam. A cold shiver ran down Allie’s spine. What would happen if she ever found out about their short-lived marriage? She exhaled slowly. No one will ever know. But as she glanced toward the distant city lights, an unsettling thought crept into her mind— Secrets never stay buried forever.

I already knew what I was getting into when I agreed to go ahead with this relationship so I can't exactly blame him for wanting to hide it and doing everything he can to stay hidden because I also can't take the risk of being seen with him and becoming the headline on every news outlet in the country as the girl who betrayed her sister by sleeping with her his husband. Most of the time, I always end up resenting the fact that Alice had met Alejandro before I did because things would have been so much easier had I met him first. I would be the one married to him by now and I wouldn't have to hide away and sneak around with the man I loved. Alejandro held on to my hand on the table and I was

I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his scent, feeling the new, unfamiliar weight on my finger, a perfect, permanent counterbalance to the weight of my love for him. It started with a stupid secret. That secret nearly broke him, nearly broke us. But here we are, in this house he bought, with these rings we’ll wear. The thing that almost ended us is the same thing that got us here. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s true. THE END

None of it mattered. His thumb hovered over the screen. He opened the gallery. He scrolled past the sterile, meaningless photos of shipping manifests and corporate galas, right down to the bottom. He tapped the hidden, password-protected folder. He typed in the code. The screen shifted, loading the single, illicit file he had buried there. There she was.

That maybe something buried in the dark could still find the strength to rise. Their love was buried beneath sin—and still, it rose, unbreakable.

Every time I close my eyes I see his beautiful blue eyes filled with betrayal, every time I feel a stake piercing through my heart. I’m sorry Deagan. I love you, I always will. Please understand why I had to do this. ” If he thought the book would ease his mind, he was wrong, it only served to confuse him further. Heaving a long sigh at the strange feeling in his chest, he ran his fingers over the dry tear stains that marred the page and smudged the ink. After a moment of contemplation, Deagan picked up the phone. “Deagan Lockheart, what a pleasant surprise!” Mikhail Lazarev answered in his usual sarcastic tone.

Jamie and I listened at the bottom of the stairs. Adrian's voice drifted down. "This is where the camera was. The teddy bear. Did you ever suspect?" "No." "Good. That means I was careful. My father would be proud." Movement. Footsteps. "This is where you sleep. Where you dream. Where you touch yourself thinking about things you won't tell anyone." "Adrian—" "It's okay. I've seen it all. Every moment. Every secret. I know you better than you know yourself." His voice dropped lower. "That's what love is. Complete knowledge. Complete acceptance."