Everything I Never Told You Audiobook Novels & Stories

Pieces of torn paper fluttered across the floor like snow as he hurled the rest into my face. Sharp edges of paper cut my cheek, leaving something bloody and burning behind. The pain didn't register in my head. All I saw were tears falling to the ground when Quincy turned around. Just then, my phone's screen lit up. It was the anonymous guy again. "I've torn it all up and called her nothing but a moneymaking machine. She said nothing. I must've broken her heart, and I had 30% of the progress bar filled up. "My hands are burning. She spent countless nights writing that book. I used to stay up with her every night as she wrote. I even always had warm milk waiting when she needed a quick pick-m

Her heart skipped a beat…or two. Rayna saw the name and immediately sat upright. Evelyn answered. “Hello.” Rayna's face crumpled. She covered her mouth as tears rolled down her cheeks. Theodore's voice came through the phone, “I need to speak with you.” Rayna looked at Peter. Then she whispered, “He still sounds the same.” Peter pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. And for the first time in twelve years, Rayna allowed herself to believe that she might finally go home.

“You can’t go there.” Noah looked at her. “You know what’s waiting for us.” “I know what was left behind.” “And you still won’t tell me.” Her voice trembled for the first time. “If you open that door, there will be no putting your life back together.” Noah’s expression softened, but only for a moment. “My life fell apart ten years ago.” He picked up the damaged photograph and slipped it into the inside pocket of his jacket. “If the truth destroys everything I thought I knew…” He looked at Ava before turning back to his mother. “…then at least I’ll finally be living with the truth.”

“It is me. Elias. The thief already ran away.” I was still scared and stayed cautious. “How do I know you are really Elias?” The person outside sounded like he was grinding his teeth. “Nancy, you have been running away from home for exactly seven days, eleven hours, and thirty‑nine minutes. Is that enough proof for you?” Silently, I calculated the time in my head. Then I finally let him in. Elias looked terrible. His expression was dark as storm clouds.

Chapter 3: Miguel's Discovery. The phone slipped from my hand. "Uhm… it's not what you think it is" I whispered. “I can explain.” "Enough," he said quietly. His voice was so controlled, so measured, that it was somehow more terrifying than if he'd shouted. "I will ask you for the last time. Are you Clara?” My lips moved once like I was testing a word and deciding against it. “It's… uhm…actually…”

But his eyes — just for a heartbeat — met mine, and in that instant everything we could not say hung between us, heavy and unspoken. I lowered my gaze and kept walking. Some nights are marked not by what is taken, but by what must be endured. That night, I learned how heavy love becomes when it is carried in silence — and how unbearable it is to watch duty unfold at the expense of hearts that never asked to be involved.

My beautiful babies. My aunt had children? I had never known that. What had happened to them? What had the family done? I sat there on the couch, rocking slightly, breathing too fast. The diary felt like poison in my hands. I had to hide it again. I had to pretend I hadn’t seen it. But I couldn’t unsee it. I couldn’t unhear the desperate repetition. My babies. My beautiful babies. I stood up on shaky legs and put the diary back behind the books.

I replied quietly. When he saw how calm I was, he completely broke down. "Don't say it. Please don't say it anymore. Don't hurt me, okay?" The decisive, commanding CEO everyone knew had been reduced to someone so pathetic. "You made your choice," I said. He childishly covered his ears. "I don't want to hear it. You said you loved me. You said you would love me for the rest of your life." As he spoke, his hands fell weakly to his sides.

I picked it up and brushed off the glass. Then Laura gasped. She was standing near the wall, where the bookshelf had been pulled away. There was a hole in the wood. Inside it—a black tape recorder. I reached for it, heart pounding. I pressed play. My mother’s voice filled the room. Broken. Scared. Brave. “If you’re hearing this, they’ve silenced me. But the truth is buried in these names: Damian Price. Samuel Royce. And…” The tape cut out. I stared at it in shock.

The second she hung up, it felt like my chest had been hollowed out and filled with ice. That's when it hit me—I'd been played the whole time. Her promises to save my money? Total lies. From the start, she'd planned to use my savings for Chad's house. That night, I cried until I physically couldn't anymore. Then I begged, borrowed, and scrambled until I finally scraped together the ten grand I needed for treatment. The next five years were absolute hell. The pain was relentless, gnawing at me every night, leaving me clutching my pillow just to keep from screaming.