Family Secrets Novel Novels & Stories

Not a business secret, and not a scandal that merely embarrassed two families. Seven people died, so a deal could close on time and twenty-five years of silence bought and maintained by whatever it cost to keep that way. She thought of Eleanor's portrait, hidden in a dusty greenhouse instead of hung with pride among her husband's ancestors. She thought of the note on her own pillow. She thought of her sister, so where out there right now, held by people willing to do whatever it took to keep this exact folder from seeing daylight. Amelia photographed everything with trembling hands, returned the folder exactly as she'd found it, and sat down hard on the edge of her sister’s bed, the weight o

"But don't come crawling to me when your precious empire comes crashing down around you." I hung up before he could respond, a bitter laugh bubbling up in my throat. Fed thought he was invincible, that he could lie and cheat and manipulate his way out of any situation. But he had no idea what I was capable of, the secrets I held close to my chest. Secrets that could destroy not just him, but the entire Stephen family. I scrolled through my contacts, my thumb hovering over a name I had hoped never to dial again. Dr. Damien Novak.

Just a cold castle that wouldn't let me move on with my life. "Also, What happened?" He asked, rubbing on a part of his shirt where I had painted with my runny makeup. I surely wasn't going to divulge any detail about what grandfather told me. Even if I did, I would look like a liar or delusional maniac. "I can't tell you..." I answered, being as honest as I could, "But let's just say my family isn't the ordinary type in this fucked uptown." "I appreciate your honesty. Not clear but if it makes you feel better. My family especially the Males have a secret that would carry us to our grave."

Maverick answered curtly. “How? Was it you who told them?” “No. I kept my promise of never telling anyone about our secret, even to my parents. It was the head of our college that told my grandfather about it, and my grandfather told my parents, then my parents told our relatives.” “What the…” “That’s just how it is. In our family, nobody can keep a secret.” “Fuck!” Ciel exclaimed as he leaned his back on the seat while covering his face with his own palms. A surge of despair started filling him up again.

“You’re talking nonsense. I’m leaving. Thanks for dinner.” I started walking, but he grabbed my wrist. “Let go. What the hell are you doing?” I glanced around, worried people were staring. Derek was well-known here, and so was I. The last thing I needed was a paparazzo snapping a photo of us. “Give me a chance, Elara. I’ll take care of your son too,” he begged, dropping the one secret I’d kept hidden for years. My eyes widened in horror. “H-how do you know?”

Sensing what her father was doing, Eileen keyed into it and drew closer to Ronan, "I'm happy you're here too, remember when I told you I had a sister and would have loved for you to meet her? Well, here we all are. You've met my family. My father and my sister. And I'm so glad, my love. So glad." Rona knew what they were trying to do, Eileen and Simon. But he was in no mood to play along or even speak against it, Instead, he turned to look at Isabella. The contempt and anger in her eyes were gone and had been replaced by indifference.

"Cassidy, don't you dare lose it. I'm not about to suffer with you like Nate did." "So from beginning to end, it was never about love. It was just my money. You were willing to fake everything to deceive me?" Her eyes had gone dead. "I don't know what you're talking about." Stanley's eyes flickered, avoiding hers. And then, right in front of her, he killed his own son. That moment broke something in Cassidy. With a scream, she lunged at him. "Stanley! I'll kill you!" Their wedding dissolved into chaos, the two of them tearing into each other, driven mad. They stabbed each other—blood spilled everywhere.

But just as she was settling into a particularly vindictive scheme, her phone buzzed on the desk, interrupting her thoughts. Curious, she glanced at the screen. A news alert flashed before her eyes: **"Shocking Revelations: The Scott Family's Dark Secrets Exposed!"** Her heart raced as she clicked on the link, her stomach sinking as she read the headline. The article detailed an explosive exposé revealing her parents’ involvement in the murder of Aria’s biological mother, the takeover of properties, and the deceptive adoption of Aria.

Anything. Her fingers grasped a small, forgotten journal. She threw it across the room, the pages fluttering like wounded birds. Moments after she threw it, a forgotten memory resurfaced, and her head snapped to where the book landed–just in front of the door. She rushed to pick it up as a fresh wave of memories crashed down upon her. Her fingers slowly grazed over the cover, nostalgia settling in. A small, strained sigh escaped her lips as she tentatively opened the book.

my mother said, something bitter entering her tone, “this family simply has a long, exhausting history of keeping devastating secrets from the people who deserve honesty most.” I understood her frustration completely, the echo of everything we had already endured, my father’s hidden cooperation with Jasmine, Vanessa’s concealed relationship with Daniel, Diane’s elaborate five-year conspiracy. Another layer of secrecy, however well-intentioned, felt like salt poured directly into wounds that hadn’t yet finished healing. We arrived home to find my father waiting anxiously, having grown worried during our extended absence. Once we had explained everything, he studied the ancient book with obvio