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“Callum’s lies—your lies are nothing compared to the secret your family holds. You’re not just any regular wolf; you’re the key to a heritage that has been buried for generations.” The shock of his statements left me reeling. My mind races, and I feel as if the very ground beneath me is moving. Secrets of my heritage, hidden secrets that Callum never revealed—everything comes tumbling down all at once. I look urgently at Callum, hoping to find some comfort, but his eyes are filled with a maelstrom of contradictory sensations.

He then grabbed a chair from beside me and put it in front of me before taking a seat on it so he was just facing me. "Listen up, darling, I've dealt with enough shit for the past years and I'm not in a mood to deal with more so spill the fucking beans already. Tell me where the hell he's hiding and I'll let you go." "Well, darling, I'd like to tell you if I knew who the fuck you're talking about. I've been alive for twenty years now and never have I ever heard of any Joseph or whatever." I replied honestly with a hint of annoyance in my voice. "Unless you're talking about Joseph Morgan. I tell you, that man is so—" he cut me off, "shut up."

“I’ve worked for you long enough to read the pauses.” Naomi smirked. “Maybe you should be the one making the closing arguments.” Sandra tilted her head with a knowing grin. “Isn’t that what you’re already doing? Piece by piece… Secrets Unfold, right?” Naomi blinked. “You remember the name?” “Hard to forget when it’s what you’re living.” Naomi picked up a glass and stared into it like it held some kind of answer. Secrets Unfold. Yes. That’s exactly what today felt like. A day where hidden feelings peeked through smiles, where silence told louder truths than words.

He slides it over to me. I want to look I want to know, but I’m I ready for the dark secrets that stain his soul. With trembling hands I flip it open. Numbers and names, a list, I pick it up and that’s when the darkness swallows me. I clasp my mouth shut as photos scatter onto the desk. Photos of people, dead people. Photos of women being held hostage. I gasp for air as some of the names are crossed out with a red pen. “What is this?” I ask, fearing the answer. “Keep looking, all the answers is in there.” His voice a whisper of horror. I lift my gaze, the fear in his eyes replicates mine.

Mrs Scott rolled her eyes at June. "E-excuse me?" June stuttered confused by her words. "Look here," Mrs Scott said in a low voice leaning forward like she wanted to tell June a secret. "Don't play dumb. It's just me and you, you can drop the stupid act." June blinked twice, her lips parted as she tried to process what she just said, "I- I don't understand." Mrs. Scott's words left June bewildered, unsure of how to respond. She couldn't fathom why Mrs. Scott was accusing her of playing a trick, was she testing her, or worse she didn't like her?

My hands started shivering as I looked around. There was something going on in here, something I had no idea about; something cruel, something bad. “Aaaaaaaaaaaa! Anshuman, pleaseeee leave me!” another scarem made me shiver; Ansh? My Ansh? My Ansh was where these—these screams were coming from? Taking deep breaths, I forced my legs to move in the direction of the screams. They just got louder and louder. “What do you think, bastard? Can you steal from us? What you stole is worth millions, even selling your organs would not help!” Ansh’s voice. That was Anshuman’s voice.

-----~[AMELIA]~----- The confusion eroding my system right now at the moment is so excessive I find myself spilling rubbish. I don't even know what I am saying anymore. I am just a nervous wreck right now at the moment. I am practically conflicted and confused. It is going to be such a hard feat trying to keep this huge dangerous secret from these friends of mine. I don't want them to know about this, not one bit. but it seems everything I am saying right now is just leading them towards the issue and if this continues a little longer, I might probably end up speaking things I'm not supposed to speak. This is getting harder than I thought. When did it all get to this?

It was truly terrible to conceive, how the minds of these wicked people worked. "Akas, the truth is revealed. So there is a problem with the face cream, uhm? that's why you won't eat it." Isabella said, cold cutting eyes in her eyes, and it chilled Ciara so that she wished the ground would open and take her. Surely that was a much better fate than the murder she saw in Isabella's eyes, "I-I don't know what you're talking about." "You don't know, hmm?" " I don't." "Okay. Now eat it," she said with deadly calm.

Every near-miss only made the next night hotter. I never told anyone. He never asked me to stop. And every time I looked at the signed term sheet on my wall I remembered exactly how I had earned every zero: on my back, on my knees, and bent over a velvet couch while five hundred people danced below us, completely unaware that the most important deal of the night was being sealed with cum and secrets and a black lace mask. I was his dirty little secret. He was my funding and my ruin and my everything. And I wouldn’t have changed a single filthy second of it.

I was trapped, destroyed, and standing over the literal, cold, humming secret of my own stolen