A Secret Affair Novels & Stories

He just remembered something. "Shelby, I will like to talk to you, about something important, can we meet?" He questioned, looking quite distressed of the scene which just flashed on his head the minute he reminded Charlotte and that man he cheated on him with with. The day he caught them having an affair, the man's girlfriend also caught them, right? "Sure. So where should we meet?" She beamed out a smile, feeling happy he was asking her out again. "I will text you the exact location, Shelby,"

Unfortunately, I didn't have a choice. This was all his fault. ** ** ** CHLOE'S POV "Babe" A voice rumbled. I glanced up and locked eyes with my fiancé. "You with me?" He smiled briefly, his crow's feet deepening with worry. "Um.....nothing. I'm fine." I rallied my wits and smiled at him winningly. Ever since I walked in on Miles in the secret room slash office or whatever it was supposed to be, I'd had a hard time looking James in the eye. The itch to query him about that room was so bad that I kept biting my tongue just to keep quiet.

He realized he had always spoken up for Clarissa in front of Seraphine, just like Seraphine once did for Clifford. Damn it! Was she actually right? Seraphine ignored the judgmental stares around her and met Clarissa's gaze head-on. "I've moved on from you two a long time ago. You're the ones who refused to leave me alone." She scoffed, her words piercing. "Instead, you keep scheming with your little lover, Mitchell, here to set me up. No matter what, I'm getting to the bottom of this tonight." The crowd buzzed with whispers, exchanging shocked looks at the news of the secret affair. Clarissa's eyes widened in panic. The last thing she wanted was to expose her infidelity!

The best photo—the one I knew would burn the whole house down—was a slightly blurry shot of them kissing, their faces pressed together in a moment of desperate, undeniable affection. The power of that secret hit me like a rush of pure oxygen. It wasn’t just an affair; it was an affair that violated every rule of the Hayes empire: forbidden love, age gap, student-professor, and, most importantly, the fact that Killian was clearly deeply involved with a man.

Felicity challenged, bringing her head closer to Franz's face. Felicity stared hard at Franz's handsome face, which was now crimson red because of her proximity and seemed like a statue not even blinking when staring into his eyes. She noticed that these past few days her older brother had always made her angry but whenever she brought herself closer, he always avoided her. Now is the right time to get even with this too good to be true step brother of his.She smiled evilly and tilted her head to reach Franz's lips. She quickly lingered her lips to Franz's open mouth. Even though she was only fifteen years old, she crossed the gap between her and Franz and gave the sweetness of her first kis

Mila came again, clenching around him, and he followed with a guttural groan, spilling inside her as he held her close. Afterward, they didn’t speak much. He cleaned her gently with tissues from his desk, kissed her forehead, and helped her straighten her clothes. When she left, cheeks flushed and legs shaky, they both knew the “never again” was dead. The affair began in earnest. They became experts at secrecy.

"Yeah, right. Don't try to make excuses! You were clearly suggesting it!" At that moment, Shaun interrupted. "Come on, everyone knows it by now. The secretary's name is Annie, right? She's Jones' new lover. He even bought a house and a luxury car for that woman. Everyone in the business world knows about it. What's there to argue about?" He hit the nail on the head, and many of the other big shots around him nodded. After all, it was an open secret by now. Old Master Jones went everywhere with his secretary, and the two were always intimate. Anyone with eyes could see they were having an affair.

But the choice had never been mine. So there I stood beside the altar, dressed in emerald satin as one of the bridesmaids, holding a bouquet so tightly that the stems pressed into my palms. In a few minutes, my cousin Bianca Romano - the girl who had grown up beside me like a sister - would marry Nicholas Contini. The man I had believed was my everything. The man I had believed loved me. Now I understood what I had truly been to him: a secret he could enjoy until something more useful came along. A pawn he could remove from the board the moment power demanded a better move.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

“Not for a second.” Their conversation was brief, words quickly giving way to actions as the tension between them erupted. For Clara, it was liberation—a chance to step out of her brother’s shadow and take control of her own life. For Michael, it was a distraction, a way to bury his unresolved feelings for Isabelle and numb the guilt that lingered at the edges of his mind. Their affair deepened over the weeks, hidden behind layers of lies and secrecy. They met in quiet, out-of-the-way places: a secluded park bench, a dimly lit bar, and Michael’s apartment after dark.