Hidden In My Heart Novels & Stories

Sophia had a theory. That the heart could misinterpret kindness as something more. Like how, when Daniel said, “You don’t have to hide,” she replayed it in her head for three days straight like it was a love confession instead of just a kind thing someone says to their best friend’s sister. She told herself not to read into it. Really, she did. But then he’d smiled at her — that slow, soft smile of his — and said, “You okay?” again, like he actually cared.

"Lylith, you always said you wanted a private island. But since you can't stand the cold, it has to be drenched in sunshine year-round." "You told me you envied birds—how they could soar freely and see the whole world beneath them. So I bought millions of drones behind her back. Now you can see every corner of the earth from above." "You used to say that tattooing a lover's name meant you'd be bound together forever. I couldn't stand the idea of you going through that pain, so I lied and told you I hated tattoos. If anyone's going to do something that reckless, it'll be me."

I forced myself to act like I didn't know anything and pushed open the door. The entire house was filled with a sticky, suffocating atmosphere. I made my way inside, hearing Nydia singing from the bathroom. Taking advantage of the moment, I dug out the hidden camera I had seen last time. I had no clue how to use these things. So, I hastily took a photo and searched online. But no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find an exact match. That was when it hit me—it wasn't just Nydia. There might be someone even bigger behind this.

As the tension in the room peaked and hope flickered anew, a student's excited voice cut through the heavy atmosphere. "Mrs. Meera, look! There's a hidden door here," the student exclaimed, pointing to a concealed panel in the wall. Meera's eyes widened in surprise, her heart racing with anticipation. She hurried towards the spot indicated by the student, her gaze fixed on the disguised door. It was intricately camouflaged, blending seamlessly with the rest of the wall, indicating it was meant to remain unseen.

Her stomach fell when she arrived to find it deserted. Gone without a word. Again. Déjà vu flooded over her. She felt tears prick her eyes and anger surged in her. Anger at Wyck for showing up after all this time and disappearing again, and anger at herself for letting his mere presence make her feel this way again. All these years she'd worked diligently to shield her heart. She'd thought she'd put Wyck and his betrayal behind her long ago, but apparently the lock on the box she'd hid those feelings in wasn't nearly as sturdy as she'd fooled herself into believing.

"You tore them down. You did not ask permission. You did not wait for an invitation. You did not use a key. You simply walked through them like they were nothing, like they were made of paper instead of stone. You walked through them and you did not look back." He squeezed my hands. "I have spent my whole life hiding from love. Hiding from my heart. Hiding from hope. Hiding from the possibility of happiness. Hiding from the chance that someone might actually want me. You found me anyway. You found me in the dark and pulled me into the light. You found me behind the walls and brought me home. You found me when I did not want to be found." He took a breath.

He’s probably hugging her tight right at this moment, whispering her sweet words he never once done to me. Without thinking twice, I went to the master bedroom and opened the drawer beside the table. I grabbed the bottle of contraceptive pills and took one before I put the bottle back in the drawer. However, a thing I hid underneath caught my attention. A thing that broke my heart and soul years ago. I’ve been hiding this for so long and now that I’m alone here, it seemed like a coincidence that I saw it again. Slowly, I took it out and put it on my chest. Again, that tearing feeling captured me. I sat on the bed, feeling so weak. I looked at the image in my hands and my tears flowed again.

I feel pretty but also emotional. I feel overwhelmed because a hard truth stabs a dagger into my heart. I turn my back to the mirror right when tears come out. I hide my face in my hands as a small cry slips out of my lips. I'm a secret bride, hidden away like a dirty little secret. And it's my own fault.

I held the paper tighter, my heart pounding in my chest. It was real. Not just something hidden in pages. It had found me.

And I know, deep in my bones, that whatever they’re hiding— It’s already inside me. And it’s not waiting patiently anymore.