A Miserable Little Pile Of Secrets Novels & Stories

The questions swirled in my head like a storm I couldn't escape. I barely registered my mum leaving the room, the door closing behind her. A moment later she returned with a small white box. “Take it,” she said, giving it to me. “It's better to know for sure.” My fingers trembled as I reached for it, slowly removing the packaging. Holding the stick in my hand, I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I sat on the toilet seat, the stick in my hand as the minutes passed by, each second feeling like eternity.

Ava walked back into the living room, trying to look composed, but inside, she was vibrating with the sheer, explosive power of the secret she carried. Her face felt hot with barely contained laughter. She was sitting on a goldmine, a secret so juicy and destructive it could rearrange the entire Cage family hierarchy.

Unice was nervous because Ace appeared to be staring at her when she entered the room. When Unice looked at her back, Ace was no longer behind her, and the door was closed. Unice lowered her bag and was about to pick up her phone when she realized it was gone. "Did he steal my phone?" Unice told herself. Unice began crying again. After all, she couldn't leave the mansion she had entered and she still had the money Ace had given her. Unice hid the money in her bag after taking out all of her clothes because it was evident that the money was real and not a forgery.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that we don’t want you home. But something seems off. We’ve been trying to figure it out. You know you can tell me anything, right?” So he and my parents had been talking about me. Fucking awesome. “Yeah. I do. And I will. Just not now.” “Okay. Well, tonight is about having fun anyway—getting your mind off things. And I’ve got my guitar room set up for you.” “Cool. Thanks, man. I really appreciate it. Had I known our grandmother was a freak, I would’ve come to stay here a long time ago.” “Worst kept secret in the world.” He laughed. “But I’m glad she threw your ass out.”

"Why do you hate me so much?" "You really want to know why I hate you?" I demanded, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "I hate you because you know me. I hate you because you’ve seen me at my absolute lowest. I hate you because you hold the secrets I am trying so desperately to bury. I hate you because I'm terrified you're going to expose me. And I hate you because you are so frickin' handsome! Why does someone like you have to know someone like me?"

As I spoke and tried to figure out how to brush past this, Leonard suddenly crouched down in front of me and forcefully pushed my legs apart. "Ah!" I was startled by his bold behavior. On the video call, Garrett frowned. "What's wrong?" His suspicion made me even more anxious. I wanted to stop Leonard, but I also had to deal with my husband's questions. I had no choice. I just pushed at Leonard's head while smiling at my husband. "There's a mouse." "A mouse?" "Yes." I nodded. Leonard, still crouched between my legs, had already started to slowly lower his head without asking.

My gaze drifted back to the trash can where the test still sat on top of the pile, mocking me. The dread that had been creeping over me since I woke up now had a name, and it clung to my skin like something living. What the hell was I supposed to do? The scariest part was that I had no idea who the father was. If I at least knew that, maybe I wouldn’t feel so disgusted with myself. Two weeks ago, my entire life had flipped upside down. That single day became the worst one I’d ever lived through. Not only did I get cheated on, but I ended up sleeping with a stranger by mistake.

What is written there isn’t just a secret—it’s a truth so monstrous, so grotesque, that suddenly the accident makes complete sense. No. No, this can’t be real. I feel nausea rising in my throat. My hands begin to tremble violently. If this secret got out, it wouldn’t just destroy a powerful man—it would shatter Maeve completely. And if the men in this house discovered what he did… There would be a bloodbath before nightfall. “Evie?” Luka’s voice sounds behind me, his footsteps approaching. “What does it say? Were you able to read it?”

I felt the pull of the villa behind me, the warm light from our bedroom a beacon of safety I was walking away from. Jurgina Bar’s flickering neon sign cast a sickly yellow glow on the street, illuminating a dark, peeling door. Inside, the noise was a physical thing, a cacophony of music, laughter, and slurred voices. The smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke clung to the air. I made my way to the second floor, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ears. The hallway was a long, dark tunnel. Room 8 was at the very end.

The headline was huge, bold, and merciless. “MOORE EMPIRE SCANDAL DEEPENS: FIANCÉE MADISON BAKER HUMILIATED BY PREGNANT MISTRESS – ‘SHE’S A DIRTY LITTLE SECRETARY WHO PLANNED THIS FROM DAY ONE,’ AN INSIDER REVEALS.” “Oh my God,” Lauren whispered. Her hand flew to her mouth, her fingers trembling against her lips. Her vision blurred with hot, stinging tears, but she couldn't stop. She was like a crash victim who couldn't look away from the wreckage.