Her Hidden Truth Novels & Stories

Sometimes he brought roasted sweet potatoes, sometimes a bouquet, sometimes a box of my favorite chocolates. I never accepted any of it. I did not even spare him a glance. I just closed the door in his face and went to bed as if he was not there. He always wore that same coat I had bought for him, and with his presence, it was not long before people recognized him. Soon, someone dug up my identity. Tabloids started running scandal after scandal about the two of us. No one knew the truth, that when I was four, I found baby Kyle abandoned in the rain, only a few months old, and took him in.

“Let me see it.” No ticking. No wires. Just a plain box sealed with tape. Alex opened it carefully on the counter while Alicia pulled Aiden closer instinctively. Inside was a single photo album. Nothing else. Alicia frowned slightly and lifted it out. Old leather cover. No title. She opened the first page slowly. And froze. Photos. Hundreds of them. Not Harbor. Not politicians. Her. Alex. Aiden. The first picture showed newborn Aiden asleep on Alex’s chest years ago in that tiny apartment Alicia had hidden in after running away.

Uncertain. What confession? What hidden truth? What had Hope concealed? "I am not who you think I am," Ember continued. "I am not what you believe I am. I am not the being you have worshipped. The leader you have followed. The hope you have trusted. I am something different. Something more complicated. Something less perfect. I need to tell you what I am. What I have always been. What I have hidden from everyone. Including myself sometimes." She paused. Gathered courage. Prepared to speak the truth that terrified her.

“Your forty-eight hours are up too, Liam. Time to choose. You can walk away, lick your wounds, try to pick up the pieces of your life after my war is over. Or you can pick up a weapon.” “What’s the weapon?” “The truth.Every truth. About the company. About the trial. About the money. About the secret daughter he’s hiding. We flood the zone. We burn his carefully constructed world down to the foundation.” She took a step closer. “But it’s messy. It’s ugly. And your name, your life, it gets dragged through the same fire. There’s no clean way out for you now. Only through.” I thought of Maya, alone in that sterile room. I thought of my mother, hiding in a bathroom. I thought of Daniel, smiling a

“For knowing that I would have no other option but to do it.” I looked at her for a long time. The girl who didn’t know the depth of what she’d just walked into. The woman who stared down the monster and didn’t feel scared. For a second, just a second I saw her not as a traitor's child but as something that could split me in half from... truth. I dropped my head back against the pillow, jaw clenched. “I’ve spent my whole life hiding this,” I said, quietly now. “You think it was easy? Hiding from myself? From everyone? You think I liked becoming the cold bastard everyone sees?”

--- The war. --- The system. --- Him. --- All of it— --- Part of something much larger. --- And as the core pulsed with a deeper, unseen presence— As the system struggled to contain a truth it could no longer fully hide— One final truth emerged: --- The deeper you go— --- The more dangerous the truth becomes.

In front of everyone, with nothing to gain from it and everything to lose, he chose me out loud. Eighteen years of silence I have spent all day hating him for, and I understand now, sitting here with my baby turning slowly beneath my ribs, that the silence was never cruelty. It was a man trying to survive a war on my behalf without letting me know I had ever been in one. He hid the room underground. He hid the money. He hid an entire dead family behind portraits because telling me the truth earlier would have handed Gerald exactly what he wanted. He didn’t fail me.

He stood completely frozen by the debris, his golden eyes wide with an absolute, paralyzing terror as he looked at me. ​He didn't see an Omega. He didn't see a helpless captive. He saw a naked, radiant hybrid queen dripping in the blood of his elite squad, her eyes burning with a lethal crimson fire. ​The beast took a slow, trembling step backward, its ears pinning tight against its skull as it realized the true horror of what the Bloodmoon pack was harboring. It turned its head toward the broken staircase, preparing to flee and carry the secret of my awakening back to the High King's court.

I realised it was all of them and more. Unable to find the right words to describe it, I stood motionless. I managed to say, "I didn’t know," in a voice that was almost audible. "I didn't know. I had no idea who I was. I have no idea who they were." He turned abruptly, his eyes cutting through me as though he was attempting to determine whether or not I was telling the truth. However, I was. In the pit of my stomach, where a weird, unnerving twist of realisation gnawed at me, I could feel the truth in my bones. In the shadows, hidden from me, was the woman in the picture, the one I now knew to be my real mother. And my parents, the Harringtons, had concealed the truth like a perilous secret,

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."