Dirty Secrets Novels & Stories

She’d never heard the name before, all along Aria had known the sole owner of D’Heart Incorporated to be Andrew King and the revelation of a new name made her curious. The declaration stated that Ivan D’Heart was the majority shareholder of the company, while Andrew King owned only ten percent of shares. Aria paged to the separator in the file with the suspicion that the additional document would answer her questions and immediately the title of the document jumped out at her. “Agreement of Non-Disclosure”

I told them everything while they took turns fucking me in my room, the bed creaking softly as I described Ava’s mouth, her fingers, the strap-on. The secret was growing. And with Mom finally relaxing, we had more room to breathe — and more chances to indulge. But as Julian filled me one last time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our luck was running out.

She circled the table and leaned with her back on it, facing Conrad. “You should leave. I am expecting some people from the company,” Conrad said. “I heard a little secret last night,” Emma smiled, parting her legs slowly, revealing to Conrad that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her skirt. Conrad's eyes shifted to in between her thighs for a second but he shook his head, rejecting any naughty thoughts that were about to come to his head. “The secret is about you,” Emma continued, reaching for the button on her shirt as she pulled it off, giving Conrad an inviting look. “Don’t you want to hear it?”

I have no idea in what part of Manhattan we’re in, what building we’ve just left—or where we’re headed. There is a natural hesitancy running through my veins. All this secrecy and cloak-and-dagger mysteriousness tweaks my nerves. I grasp it’s necessary, though. I’m not supposed to be able to retell this story to anyone else, with any amount of detail. Not that I could do that, anyway, without having my ass sued off. I signed a non-disclosure agreement. What happens with the Kinky Kringles Christmas Auction stays within the institution of the Kinky Kringles Christmas Auction. Perhaps that’s the other reason I’m on pins and needles. Kinky Kringles… What the hell sort of fetishes are these bill

Damien took my bag, set it aside, and backed me against the wall. His hand slid under my dress immediately, finding me already wet. “So eager,” he said with a dark smile. “Good. Because I have plans for you tonight.” He led me to his massive bedroom. The king-sized bed had black silk sheets, and on the nightstand I saw several items that made my heart race: a black silk blindfold, soft ties, a small vibrator, and a bottle of lube. “Strip for me,” he commanded softly. “Slowly.” I obeyed, my hands shaking with excitement as I removed my dress, bra, and panties.

None of it mattered. His thumb hovered over the screen. He opened the gallery. He scrolled past the sterile, meaningless photos of shipping manifests and corporate galas, right down to the bottom. He tapped the hidden, password-protected folder. He typed in the code. The screen shifted, loading the single, illicit file he had buried there. There she was.

"It was just once. And he was... not entirely himself that night." "Not himself, how?" Hazel narrowed her eyes. "Was he drunk? High? Possessed by the ghost of relationships past?" "Something like that," I muttered, not wanting to get into the whole drugging incident. "Anyway, thank you for finding her. I tried looking online myself, but I couldn't find anything." "That's because you were probably using G****e like a normal person," Hazel said with a hint of pride. "The real dirt is always in these private forums. People with money pay good money to keep their secrets off the main search engines."

But one file stood out, labeled in a way that made Amaya’s heart race: Secrets Unveiled. Kelly’s voice trembled slightly. “I… I think this is big. Really big. The kind of information that changes everything.” Damian’s brow furrowed as he opened the file. The room fell silent except for the quiet hum of the laptop. Images of hidden accounts, financial transactions, and confidential documents scrolled across the screen. Amaya’s eyes widened as she realized the magnitude of what they had uncovered. “Nancy has been funding operations we didn’t even know about,” Kelly said, voice tight. “And… there’s something else. Something personal. Something she’s been hiding from both of you.”

' (Whatever is done in secrecy, will eventually be revealed. Damn it, I really messed up big time!

It was just like old times but with kids present. Secret made me get abused my my own aunt, Secret made Catherine my best friend, Secret made Kendall close to me, Secret made me cry for almost losing Josh and made me realize how important he is to me, Secret made my relationship with Axel stronger, Secret reunited me with my dad, Secret made our bond stronger. Secret made us. Even though there is not a crime, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy, I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that break and made me. It's all about the Secret behind my inheritance.