Romans & histoires Hidden In My Heart

I stared at Wilson as if the world had suddenly tilted. The noise of the restaurant faded again, the chatter of guests and clinking of glasses dissolving into the background once again. The whole world stood at a stand still just for us. The only thing I could hear was Wilson’s breathing… it was uneven, desperate, begging “I love you.” The words hung between us My throat tightened. For months I had tried to bury everything connected to Vegas. Russell. Wilson. Them……

“I checked.” Anna shook her head slowly. “No… every surgery has a donor.” “Exactly,” Adrian said. Their eyes locked again. “And yours does not.” Anna felt her chest tighten again. This time, it was not just a strange reaction. It was fear. Real fear. “Then what are you saying?” she asked. Adrian took another step closer. “That something was hidden.” Anna’s breath caught. Her mind started racing. Hidden. Taken. Her hand moved to her chest again. “…my heart,” she whispered.

It was in these quiet moments that she allowed her heart to speak the truths she dared not voice aloud. She said, “Orien. Your name lingered on my lips like a prayer, a secret I kept hidden from the world. I watched you, enamored by your kindness, your gentle spirit that drew me closer like a moth to a flame. But my affection for you was a forbidden garden, my emotions a tapestry of unspoken words and silent yearning. From the first moment our paths crossed, I felt a connection with you that transcended mere friendship. Your laughter, your compassion, everything about you left an indelible mark on my heart. Yet, my feelings for you remained buried, concealed beneath a facade of camaraderie.

I whispered, my voice breaking. The scene shifted, showing me the countless times I had hidden my magic from those around me, afraid of being judged or rejected. “You can’t hide forever,” the reflection said, its voice eerily similar to mine. “I’m not hiding anymore,” I said firmly. “I’ve accepted who I am—and I’ll keep fighting to protect the people I love.” The rune faded, and I stumbled back, my heart pounding. Fatima’s rune was next: fear. She stepped forward reluctantly, muttering under her breath. “This better not be some childhood trauma nonsense,” she said.

"Who the hell even are you? the security men drag both Alexis and Tad away. I rest on the wall, tears rolling down my eyes. Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed. umm… thank you for helping me, umm… he said. it cal. oh cal, cal. thank you cal. they're the ones that should be embarrassed, not you. he said. I mean, you just watched my whole life fall apart. I even know what I'm gonna do now. my heart was in pain and Harvey. Tad has hurt me so badly, all my effort and love, he just threw them away like I was nothing more than a piece of trash.

Her hands trembled as she turned the doorknob and saw that it was unlocked. She didn't want them to know she was there. With a gentle push, she created a tiny gap in the door, allowing herself to glance inside the room undetected. But how could she be detected when they were so engrossed in each other? The sight of their entwined bodies was a dagger to her heart, a painful betrayal that left her gasping for breath. She moved back swiftly, shock and horror evident in her eyes as she struggled to process the devastating scene. The image of them seared itself in her brain, one that she would never forget.

“I own the building. This room is also hidden from the floor plans, and the entrance is hidden. This room is also soundproof. Other than me, you are the only one who knows about this room.” “Tristan doesn’t know about this room either? I thought the two of you were best friends and did everything together.” I thought about how Maria was in and out of the apartment. “What about Maria.” “My identity is a little more complicated than what you think.” “What are you, like a secret agent?” I laughed.

What would happen once I was real again? Would Arthur still look at me the way he does now? Would he still want me when I was no longer the hidden secret tucked in the shadows? Would his title, his crown, allow him to choose me? I wrapped my arms around myself, standing alone in the hallway, the silence pressing in on every side. Hope was a dangerous thing. And tonight, I would hand my whole heart over to it.

After all beneath the satin and pearls, beneath the trembling hope and the hollow fear, I carried a secret that could change everything, that I couldn't hide for long. . . . Hope you guys liked this update!! Enjot Reading!!

My grip tightened further as frustration mixed with fear, my heart pounding as the same question echoed louder than before—What is he hiding from me? —------------------------------------------------