Novel & Cerita Behind Closed Doors Book Summary

' They'll wish we'd taken them out with a single bullet. I returned his smile, pulled my child closer, and walked back to the comfort of our home. It was not long before Derick and Jasmine were locked away. With the White family's 'special care,' their time in the slammer was a living nightmare. By the time Ayden turned 10 years old, the worn-out pair was released. Derick's first move as a free man was to divorce Jasmine and try to track down Ayden and me. Little did he know that I had taken Ayden and left for foreign shores a decade ago, back to the stronghold of our family.

Gathering what little strength remains in my legs, I pull away from Dominic before he can react and fix both men with a glare. "This... this ends here." I force the words out firmly, doing my best to ignore the wave of heat and cold racing down my spine beneath their intense gazes. Just like they did back at the club, they exchange a look and seconds later, the corner of Dominic's lips quirks upward. Then, much to my surprise, he takes a step back, reaches for the handle, and unlocks the door. He doesn't say anything, neither does Alaric. Their silence feels like an invitation to leave, one I gladly accept.

Dom opens the door with a key Chana cut for us from the housekeeper's keyring eleven days ago. The housekeeper went to a yoga class in Middleburg and her keyring spent ninety minutes in a locker. The key to the door went on a little trip to the locksmith with Max. We’re in the pantry, which leads to the kitchen, which leads to the back hall. The back hall leads to the library. There are three doors between us and Scott. We move through all three of them in under fifty seconds, in stack order, Dom point, me second, Saint third. The door to the library is the only one that’s closed.

His wife’s broken moans. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He simply turned and went back to his room, closing the door with careful quiet. The suspicion that had been smoldering for days had finally caught flame. And it was burning everything in its path.

I could still hear her moans of pleasure loud and clear as I passed her door. I got to my room and shut the door behind me locking it. I fetched the cloak from where I had tossed it and wiped at the dust. My heart accelerated as I saw the inscription on the front cover. It was some type of occult book for witches and Satanists. Barbra for all her beauty and perfection must be into this weird shit as a type of hobby or something. Whatever it was, I didn't care but of course, I knew there was something more.

The book remained firmly in place, as if glued to the shelf. I pressed against it experimentally. To my surprise, a soft click sounded, and the entire bookshelf rotated smoothly on hidden hinges, revealing a hidden door set into the wall behind. My heart raced. A secret room? What could Edward possibly be hiding? My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing something important beyond that threshold. I stepped closer, reaching for the handle, my curiosity overriding my sense of propriety. Edward’s private matters were none of my business, but something about this hidden door pulled at me.

She extended her hand, beckoning Jette to rise from the confines of the secret room and step into a legacy that transcended generations. As they left the room, Magdalene closed the door behind them, sealing the ancient wisdom within. The guardian and seeker walked in tandem, their destinies now interwoven in the tapestry of a lineage that pulsed with magic, mystery, and the unspoken promise of shared responsibilities. The silent chamber stood witness to the unfolding saga, its secrets guarded by the vigilant eyes of Magdalene—the guardian of the sacred book and the keeper of ancestral whispers.

Perhaps, the heaven was looking out for me finally. As assumed, there was a book. Black cover, golden spine. It was the book. I took it and examined the top. It was a strange book with a foreign languaged title and root-like thingies coiling it from every side. I tried to open it, but they were preventing so. Then it came. The sound of the front door closing. A tremor ran through my heart, and it didn't run away. It held my hands and legs in a clutch. With a shaky hand, I inserted the book inside my dress and pushed the vault door closed. With difficulty, I put the painting back in its place and ran to the door.

The books on the floor continued piling up, and the dust from the books almost killed me. There had to be something—there just had to. My hand closed around a red leather book, and when I pulled it, it didn't come free. Instead, I heard a click. The entire bookshelf shuddered, then slowly swung inward, revealing a dark secret passage behind it. "Oh my god," I breathed in disbelief. "Oh my god, it's real." And right in time, too. The door behind me was cracking—they were almost through. I didn't hesitate. I squeezed through the gap into the passage, then grabbed the bookshelf from the inside and pulled it closed just as the bedroom door burst open.

Kevin heard Clark's response clearly and reached for the third bookshelf in the bedroom. "Clark, something's not right! It won't open!" Kevin conveyed his confusion to Clark via a video call. Clark pointed to a book in front of Kevin and said, "Book." Kevin didn't initially understand why Clark mentioned the book. Nevertheless, he gently moved the book as suggested, and a hidden door, cleverly disguised as a bookshelf, slowly opened. Upon seeing the hidden door, Kevin couldn't help but exclaim in his mind, 'Damn! There really is a secret room!'