Feu Secret Files Novels & Stories

Brooke then hurried down to the end of the hall to her room, closing the door behind her. Brooke had found herself staring at a file with Kahlan's name on it. Damon did indeed lie to her. Why keep it a secret? She wondered if she should open it and look at whatever was inside. She lay on her bed, sitting up on her elbows. She took a deep breath and opened it. It was yellow pages at first, all with Damon's messy handwriting. It was his notes. She could make out a few of the sentences, and began reading aloud.

“The old Cassius… raising the heir of the son he despises as if he were his own. The poetry of it is as black as tar, mon cher. It’s beautiful.” It was anything but beautiful. It was dynamite about to explode beneath the foundations of an empire. My hands were already moving, encrypting the file, creating copies to hide on ghost servers around the world. This secret was our most powerful weapon. And the most dangerous. “Anya, listen,” I said, my voice regaining its professional coldness. “This does not leave this room. Not a word. Not to Edda for now. Only to Löwe. He decides what to do.”

I read his short email that accompanied the documents and files once more. “The files you requested. Once again, I would advise you to leave it as it is... but you don’t seem to listen to me anymore. You may find some paper copies in the restricted section of archives on the 17th floor. The code is 541108. I just hope you know what you are doing.”

Me: Yes. He sent a bunch of files right after that. Videos, documents, bank records, photos, signed statements. It was a literal mountain of digital evidence, a massive data dump that flooded my chat feed. I opened the very first file, and the second the text loaded, I completely forgot how to breathe. My father. The files showed secret transactions, logs of private meetings, encoded messages, financial trails, witness reports, and hidden security footage. Everything was laid bare. And Agatha’s name was absolutely everywhere.

"Let’s see what we have. Talk it out, Senna. Don't miss anything." I wrote a list. My hand felt a little shaky, but I forced it to stay still. "Records of the land they took? Yes. I have those," I said softly. I checked a box in my head. "The secret file from the archive? Yes. Those are safe under the floorboards." I looked at the next line on my paper. I tapped the pen against my chin. There was a big hole in the middle of my list. I stared at it until my eyes hurt.

Rows upon rows of shelves filled the enormous underground chamber. Thousands of files. Photographs. Film reels. Boxes. Medical journals. Recording equipment. Every secret Samuel Vale had buried... Was here. Luca slowly looked around. "My God..." Adrian remained alert. "Stay focused." Elena walked toward the nearest shelf. Each section carried handwritten labels. Project Mercy Behavioral Studies Financial Operations Factory Seven Then... Her footsteps stopped. One shelf stood completely alone. Unlike the others... It held only four black boxes. Each carried a single silver nameplate.

My hands started shivering as I looked around. There was something going on in here, something I had no idea about; something cruel, something bad. “Aaaaaaaaaaaa! Anshuman, pleaseeee leave me!” another scarem made me shiver; Ansh? My Ansh? My Ansh was where these—these screams were coming from? Taking deep breaths, I forced my legs to move in the direction of the screams. They just got louder and louder. “What do you think, bastard? Can you steal from us? What you stole is worth millions, even selling your organs would not help!” Ansh’s voice. That was Anshuman’s voice.

He paused, the silence stretching, amplifying my dread. “The target was James Wei.” Wei? Not me? Relief warred with confusion. Why Wei? What did Nathan hope to find? “Anything else, Thompson?” “Yes, sir. Richards received their final report two days before he disappeared. Encrypted file. We can’t access the contents, but the file name…” Another pause. “Get on with it, Thompson!” “The file name, sir… It was ‘Agatha’s Secret’.”

Then he whispered, “Sir… I didn’t know that was still on record.” Felix’s voice hardened. “It is. And I need everything you have on it.” Mark hurried deeper into the aisle, scanning labels with trembling hands. His fingers skimmed over drawers marked 2001–2003, 2004–2006, R&D Classified (Legacy). Felix followed slowly, eyes narrowed, absorbing every detail. His footsteps echoed faintly in the climate-controlled silence. He finally stopped at a cabinet pushed against the far wall. “This should be the right section,” he said, already fumbling with the drawer handle. “Files from twenty to twenty-two years ago. All internal projects of that period should be here.”

Corporate ownership documents. Private transactions. All connected to one name. Elena Varga. Sebastian smiled slowly. “Now we give Cassian something interesting to think about.” The Hidden File Back in Singapore, the night was nearly over. Lucas was finishing the last system check before going to sleep. Everything looked stable. The network was functioning perfectly. Then a new file appeared in the system logs. Lucas frowned. “That is strange.” He opened the file. His eyes widened immediately. “What…?” He quickly scanned the documents.