A Secret Affair Novels & Stories

he emphatically told the old detective. Versa smiled and put his two hands on the pocket of his pants. “Listen, Mr. Rohan Martinez. You're not in a position to tell me that. Didn't you think we knew you had a secret affair with your secretary, Ms. Patrice Gabrielle?” he said to Rohan's surprise. “W-what secret affair are you talking about?” it suddenly seemed nervous and he immediately averted his gaze from the detective. He grinned in front of h and whispered into his ear.

“Fine. I won’t call your office anymore. But I still think it’s weird that you won’t give me a key.” I let out a puff of air as I unlocked my apartment door and swung it open. “Do you think I’m hiding something, West? Go ahead. Look around.” Instead of taking me up on my offer, he turned and stormed out of my apartment building. Good. This isn’t the first time he tried accusing me of having someone in my apartment. Sometimes it made me wonder if he was the one who was sneaking around. In the whole year that we have dated, I have never once cheated on him.

But money wasn’t everything, and no matter how persistent he was, he wasn’t Liam. Liam was the only one for me, even if I knew deep down he was hiding something. Now, I had to wait seven days to see him again. Seven days of enduring Nathan’s attempts to get closer. Seven days of wondering what Liam wasn’t telling me. I barely had time to dwell on it before a sleek black car pulled up in front of the gym. Olivia and Liam’s secretary, whose name I now knew was Evelyn, stepped out looking effortlessly glamorous. My first thought? Damn, Liam sure knows how to surround himself with beautiful women.

Rhea: Hello there, I know that you may not know me, but I’ve been a patient at your medical practice with your husband. It really pains me to have to inform you about this but your husband has become the target of a malicious sugar baby. They have been having an illicit affair for the past weeks and I know that your husband is a good man and has fallen victim to the tricks of Anna Moyo, a professional sugar baby who makes a living off scamming money off of men. The psychological tactics that she uses to ensnare men are really advanced and she gives them the illusion that they are in a relationship. It saddens me to inform you that their relationship is also sexual. They are currently on a ba

he asked and stretched his hands then I lifted my eyes on his. He chuckled, "Don't felt embarrassed anymore, Ash, can we be friends?" he added and I chuckled. We shook hands, "Sure, let's do that," I said. It was the first conversation we had that we didn't talk about the cases and my secret admirer. And talking to him was great. I guess he was the only man that my secret admirer won't dare to kill, and hope he didn't, because he was my only key to solve the case.

I cut in, "Why don't you tell Benita to divorce her husband, and come be with you instead of having a secret affair with her." He nodded his head as though he was enjoying the counsel, "I could do that, but secret, forbidden affairs are sweeter than open and legal ones." I let out a laugh, "Yeah, dad, you're right," I said, pointing at him, "Secret affairs? You mean like the one you tried to do with Serena and Pristine right?" His smile vanished, and I could see his jaw tightening the moment I said that.

“I... am your ultimate helper. I am someone who knows a very dark secret that you don't know!” “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Aaron asked, his anger turning ten times heavier through the phone. “Your wife... oh... sorry. Your ex-wife, Nova,” Camilla said very calmly, teasing him slowly with every single word. “She... she is currently having a secret affair.” The air on the other side of the phone stilled immediately, and Aaron’s toxic interest was suddenly piqued. Nova? His useless ex-wife? The quiet woman he had just officially divorced? She was already having an affair with someone? With who?

I stare at my reflection in the cheap, slightly warped mirror looking at my messy hair. You're so stupid, Sam. I'd let myself believe for a few stolen moments, that what was happening between me and Tyler was... different. Special. I reminded myself, again and again that we weren't dating. That this was casual, a no-strings-attached arrangement between two competitive people who happened to be ridiculously attracted to each other. It was supposed to be a secret weapon, a way to control the fire, not get burned by it. But the truth is, the strings are there. They're invisible, but they're wrapped tight around my heart, and Tyler is holding the other end, completely oblivious.

I flipped it open—and froze. Right there, in crisp, mocking print, was a photo of Mason and me outside the building. Mason with that infuriating smirk. Me, mid-rant, hands thrown up like I was scolding him. The headline? Some ridiculous soap-opera nonsense about “SECRET LOVERS CLASHING IN PUBLIC.” The article was worse. Words like “undisclosed affair,” “heated argument,” and “scandal” jumped off the page, each one punching me in the stomach. My hands started to shake. No. No no no no—

“I know Mariana isn’t back, and everyone else is busy.” I glanced at my phone. “It’s already 10 p.m. I’m sure the party is over.” She nuzzled closer, and I felt the warmth of her body against mine. I wanted the whole world to see her, to know she belonged to me—even if scandal wasn’t my style, but a scandal concerning our affair doesn't bother me. She needed a secret, a private affair, and as much as I wanted to respect her wishes, I couldn’t help but plan. I would find a way to convince her to go public.