Henry Winter The Secret History Novels & Stories

“You don’t get to stand here and act like a victim, Victoria. You knew exactly what this engagement was.” " Just stop playing the victim here Victoria" he said not turning to look at her. " Oh wow I'm playing the victim you say. Drake you know, I agreed to all this for your image but I won't let you humiliate me. What do you want people to think of le when they find out about your "Secret"? Worst of it all with your office boy" She said her nose flaring in anger. " Leave! I said leave Victoria! I'm not having this conversation with you."

Alchemy of shame. “Volume four.” Queen of shame. “Volume five.” Thrones of shame… Until all that remained was me, face red, squirming with embarrassment. “Five volumes of things Henry Gareth does that make me wet.” Henry said, with a cocky smirk. Oh God. “Do you want to know how I found them?” Henry asked. I stood up abruptly, marching towards him. “Give them to me.” I bit out. He grinned coyly. Then— “No.”

she whispered. “Pardon me?” “Nothing, I’m going back inside.” Henry watched her until she entered the tent. He heard every word she whispered, for some reason they bothered him, but he pushed the thought away. This was not the day for any distractions. He hurried to the next envoy. “Your Grace,” he called the Duke of the North, Luka Werner. He was from the small country of Aachen. “My apologies for my rudeness, my name is Henry from House Flock, may I have a word with you in private?”

With a storm brewing in his mind, Henry knew one thing for certain—he needed answers, and he needed them now. As the elite gathering loomed closer, tensions ran high within the aristocratic world. Some saw the return of the Deneuves as an opportunity, while others saw it as a threat. But for Henry Deneuve, it was the beginning of a war he hadn’t anticipated—a war between the past, the present, and the truth that had been kept hidden from him. x-x-x-x-x-x

She stared at Sebastian without blinking and said, “Can you repeat your words? Whose brother did you say he was?” “How can you not recognize your own brother?” Sebastian glanced at her in disdain and continued, “Well, my daddy does look completely different than before.” “How are you so sure that he’s your daddy?” “Are you kidding? I’m not blind, I can still recognize my own dad.” Was he saying she was blind? At this moment, the subordinates she had sent to investigate Henry’s identity returned. “Director Zachary, we found out that Henry isn’t someone from Country M. He was sent to Chester Manor two years ago, and the person who sent him there was Summer Gabriel.”

“You’re overthinking it.” “But you obviously–” “Timothy, there’s a reason they call a secret a secret, so don’t ask.” “I’m just curious,” Timothy said candidly. Henry also picked up his glass and swirled it lightly. “It’s good for a man to start feeling curious about a woman. Oh, our little Timothy has grown and is starting to have his own thoughts.” Timothy was not a child anymore. He hurriedly said, “What’s on your mind, Henry? Ms. Wendell is my tutor. I’m just curious about Karl and Ms. Wendell’s secret.”

I asked. “Another one of his historical smuts.” Henry replied, raising his voice to grab Ron’s attention. “This is fine historical literature not smut.” I snorted at that. “Fine historical literature my ass.” Henry said. Hen was right. I had once searched for a book in Ron’s vast library that did not involve a Duke being wickedly seduced by a temptress or a Highlander spilling his seeds into a moaning fair maiden and had not found any. Not that I was complaining, they were quite educative.

He explained to her and she swallowed hard. “When we have already discussed about this? I was about to go into a meeting but I could not , you both disrupt everything.” He said. “And I was there, my presence could not even be noticed, you just ran past me with that log of wood in your hands and of you went to break the windscreen ...tit for tat abi ?” He said. “What was on your mind when you did it? And the exchange of words you both were saying exposing each other secrets were so shameful...I was so ashamed of myself “ He said to her.

Here are the things I would like to clarify; Firstly, I would like to take this opportunity to address some issues about the book. For those who think Henry suddenly wants Gwen back because of what Emily did to him then you’re all wrong. I need to clarify that Henry had feelings for Gwen before the incident with Emily, and his interest in her was not a result of Emily's actions. Before discovering Emily's secret, Henry was already drawn to Gwen.

he said lightly. My jaw tightened. “If you’re not going to treat her right,” Henry continued, swirling his drink, “I wouldn’t mind stepping in.” I stared at him. Henry had never been subtle about women. He didn’t pretend. Didn’t promise what he didn’t mean. If he liked someone, he made it obvious. If he lost interest, he walked away just as openly. I’d watched him move from one woman to another over the years with effortless confidence and zero attachment. No secrets. No guilt. Just appetite and access.