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Henry came over quickly, his face turning pale. "Mia Frank, what are you saying? You really don't remember him?" I blinked, pondering carefully, but I didn't recognize him at all. Suddenly, Xavier raised his voice, "Henry Lewis, it's you who did this, you made Mia forget me, this was all your plan." "Nonsense, you provoked her, insulted her against her will, and got engaged to another woman, giving her belongings to someone else. Mia intentionally wanted to forget you; she was in too much pain. For her to lessen her suffering, she had to forget you."

Leaving the kitchen, I thought Dominic had returned to his office, but when I went to his office, he wasn’t there. “Dominic?” I called out. “Over here.” Dominic stood in front of a room at the end of the hall. Instead of a door, the wall had moved, revealing a hidden passage. “I didn’t know this was here?” Walking to the end of the hall, I stepped around Dominic and entered the hidden passage. Without waiting for him, I continued through the passage until I reached a large open room. It was filled with exercise equipment, a couple of large punching bags, and a boxing ring.

The weight of the past threatened to engulf her, casting a shadow over the newfound light in her life. Torn between the longing to preserve her history and the need to move forward, Emily confided in Ryan, her voice laced with vulnerability. Together, they embarked on a journey to Emily's childhood home, hoping to find closure and a way to reconcile the ghosts of the past with the present.

Feby still stood transfixed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Haikal's blank stare hit her heart harder than anything. In front of her, the son looked terrified, reluctant to come closer. As if he was a ghost from the past that was no longer wanted. “Ares...” Feby mumbled, her voice barely audible, held back by the tightness in her chest. “Talk to our son now. Fix this.”

a familiar voice comes on. I haven't talk to him in months. He was the only person I could rely on to cover up my heinous past, which I just wanted to forget and start over. He is a genius with the credentials and certifications to back it up. He'd promised to call if there was an issue. "Hey Adam, is everything okay?" "No. Someone is looking into your past. They're curious about you. Of course, I'm concealing everything, but this person is tenacious."

Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.

Once we found each other, we never left each other sides. In the early dawn of the next morning our decision to be together was easy. We left all of our responsibilties. Hers as a maid for a local family and I as a general. We ran away from the war, from the people who were our supposed families, from everything. For over 400 years we only had each other. Until we ran into Axel, Aaron, and Bea. Bea and Stephanie were inseparable, they were almost like sisters that had been separated at birth. After about 150 years we had found ourselves in the middle of a war. Something that the history books have forgotten over the years, but something bad enough that the gods have intervened. We fought on

He took the phone and sneered: "What Vanguard family? They talk a good game about being reclusive, but aren't they just a washed-up power? Don't think you can fool people here by bringing in a few guys to put on a show." With that, he dialed the first number. "Hello? Mr. Vane? It's me, Marcus Castillo. I'm in a bit of trouble and need your help..." A low male voice answered from the other end. "Mr. Castillo, I'm sorry." The voice sounded polite, but distant. "We're currently under internal review and are not in a position to get involved in any external matters." "What?" Marcus couldn't believe it. "I'm very sorry." The other party cut him off. "Goodbye."

I was ready to face the truth whether it would be good or ugly, I was no longer going to run away from it. As we delved deeper into my past, we discovered a hidden world of secrets and lies. The memories that haunted my dreams were not mere figments of my imagination, but the remnants of a forgotten truth. My parents had been protectors of an ancient artifact, a key that held the power to reshape the destiny of our realm.

not a founder. On the third morning, I found a stack of envelopes tucked under her drafting table—hidden behind the same blue fabric we’d admired. Inside are letters, handwritten in her looping script, and a thick folder marked “CONFIDENTIAL: IVANOV-MILLER-HARRIS FOUNDING DOCUMENTS.”