Novel & Cerita Amor Secreto

Then Amara went straight to accuse Ginevra, and Ginevra, in her fury, flashed her claws at Damian. It was a perfect lite chain reaction. If Don Vitale could see his precious heirs now, he'd choke on his own legacy. His “favorite son,” unraveling in silence. His perfect daughter-in-law, spining lies she can't contain. And Amara—poor, frightened Amara—trying to survive a game she was never meant to play. The way her eyes widened when Ginevra accused her of having a secret… that was something new. There is a secret. Something heavier than gossip. I can feel it.

Pain—sharp and inexplicable—tightened in Flora’s chest. Why did it hurt so much to hear that? How close were they really? Closer than him and his fiancée? Then why was he marrying someone else? And why did she care? Her thoughts scattered when a strong hand suddenly grabbed hers. “Come, Amor.” “Dixal?!” she gasped, quickly covering her mouth so the others wouldn’t hear. He pressed something behind the refrigerator. A hidden door slid open—and before she could react, he pulled her into the secret room.

"What are you talking about?" ​He leaned forward, his whiskey-laced breath hot and repulsive. "Do you know how much money a man like Emiliano Valenti has? He's a walking bank. And you, my dear, are the perfect, pristine little key to the vault. I need another ten thousand by next month. And then another, and another. You are my retirement plan, Amara. Every penny you give me is just hush money for your little secrets."

He engulfs me and a dark scented whiff of his cologne embraces me as I put my head against his chest, until all I can smell, see and feel is him. “I have missed mi Amor.” His words are now all I hear. The beat of his chest silent to his deep dark voice that covers me in a web of seduction. “Amariya.” The devil calling my name penetrates through my fog mind that still insists on remembering the sweet, bitter love I had for my husband, Lucca Sanati six and a half years ago. “Yo, what's up?” I rub my eyes, inhale a deep sounding breath in an attempt to hide my forbidden thought before looking up to Killer who is standing in front of the hotel rooms armchair I am seated on.

Federico Amato sat alone in his luxurious penthouse, a half-finished glass of scotch trembling slightly in his hand. The TV played muted footage of Alessandro’s press conference earlier that day. The headlines screamed: ALESSANDRO AMATO RETURNS: THE KING IS BACK SURPRISE ANNOUNCEMENT: SECRET WIFE REVEALED! Federico’s lip curled in disgust. He rewound the footage again and again — watching Antonia stand next to Alessandro, radiant in her simple, elegant dress. Watching how Alessandro’s hand brushed against hers in unconscious affection. "She’s changing him," Federico thought bitterly.

“I won’t stop bugging you until you tell me why you were crying earlier.” “Such a gossip,” she teased. “Guilty. Now spill.” Amara looked at him, then gave him a small, tired smile. “Can I tell you a secret?” Josh nodded, curious. She leaned in and whispered, “I think I’m in love with someone I can’t even call mine.”

Lorcan laughed—he could clearly hear how reluctant she sounded, while he himself couldn’t wait to see the beautiful face of his Luna. “I also have something to give you,” Lorcan added. Amelia froze mid-step. “What?” she asked. “Secret.” “What could he possibly be giving me? A receipt for everything I spent earlier?” Amelia muttered irritably as she walked down the stairs. She ran into Solana in the kitchen, who was in the middle of a phone call. When Solana heard Amelia’s footsteps approaching, she immediately turned around and ended the call. “Oh, sweetie, you haven’t rested yet?” Solana asked when she noticed Amelia was still wearing the same clothes and hadn’t changed into her sleepwear,

"Are you friends with Charlotte?" "Actually, Charlotte and I were classmates in highschool. She actually invited me to a party," "A party?" Aaron asked confusingly. "Yeah, are you also here for the party?" "No. I didn't realize she was having a party," Aaron answered with a blink. "Well, let's go enjoy the party," Shelby said with a smile. It was like she just won a bet. She just spoke with the great Aaron Lee, son of the second most richest and powerful man in the world. She was speaking with him like they were a thing.

something about him just feels so familiar. I can't quite put my finger on it.. But right now I don't want to think about anything I am just enjoying my time in the arms of this man... He was looking at me with such lovely and found eyes that I couldn't help but blush. "What's your name." I asked and his expression suddenly changed. "Well that... Is a secret". I needed my eyebrows at that. "A secret? Why is something like that a secret? I told you my name, now I'm expecting to know yours.." I said innocently.

He couldn't understand why she would do something. "I guess not everyone is as they seem, right?" Sophie said as she walked in with David. ********* To everyone of you that came so far with me, I want to take this moment to thank you all. You have been a source of inspiration to me, pushing me to my very best. Thank you all so much. Finally, Secret Love is coming to an end. 2 more chapters to go!!!🤗🤗 Check out my other story; Fading Scars: Scars of the past on W******l. I'm sure you'll love it.