His Secret Lover Novels & Stories

*The love story of Julien Glover Kyle* Early in the morning, Vanessa Love was lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The soreness in her weak body was telling her that everything that happened the night before was real. However, she had never expected that she would get herself into such a mess. She had a decent family background and even graduated from a prestigious university. However, she ended up being a secret lover for over a year. A year's time was neither long nor short...

I look down in shame, “It's not that easy. I tried. I tried to tell you, but I was scared.” “And you think keeping it a secret is best?” He grates out. “That guy in there is in love with you, it'll break him if he finds out his newly engaged fiancée is pregnant with her ex-husband's baby. Cause I know he's certainly the father,” “Lower your voice please, someone might hear you,” I beg him. “I’ve been watching you all night, you've been calm, playing along, when you're hiding such a big secret?” “Is not what you think, Paul…”

“The truth is, the longer I kept the secret, the harder it became to tell it. After eleven years, the secret became part of normal life. I started to believe life needed the secret to stay the same.” “You kept my mother’s letter from me for eleven years because it became convenient to keep it.” “Not convenient,” Nathaniel said. “Familiar. There’s a difference.” He looked at me directly. “It doesn’t make it right. I’m not asking you to see it as right. I’m asking you to understand that the man who made that choice was not indifferent to you. He was, in his way, trying to love you. He was just doing it badly and for too long and without your consent.”

Like he wanted to prove something. I melted, because of course I did. His lips were warm, careful. His thumb traced my jaw, and I leaned in without thinking, without caring about anything but him. When we finally pulled apart, I pressed my forehead to his. “I don’t want to be your secret.” “You’re not,” he whispered. “You’re the realest thing in my life.” We didn’t study that night. We lay side by side on my bed, staring at the ceiling like idiots.

The dark long black silk against pale skin, the black hair tumbling down her back, and then the sound of laughter, slicing through me. Selene. My stepmother. She was there, in the bed where I had kissed him, in the very sheets where I had pressed my face to his chest and whispered my secrets, and her hands were tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her lips on his as though she owned him too, and my heart broke so suddenly I almost swore I could hear it crack. He was kissing her back. My lover, my secret, the boy I had risked everything for, was kissing Selene, his mouth devouring hers like he had never known mine.

I had been secretly dating my brother’s best friend, the heir to the Moretti family, for seven years, and I was planning to propose to him at the family banquet. Following his location, I found him at a drinking party, only to overhear their laughter through a crack in the private room door. “Vito, your Cinderella is back. What are you planning to do with the little stand-in?” The room fell silent for a few seconds. Then another underboss sneered. “Vito’s got some nerve. You even dared to touch the most beloved princess of the current Sicilian Mafia Don. Now that you’ve had your fill of sweetness, Lucia has come back…” “She left so heartlessly back then. She deserved to be pissed off with a

I said, stammering a little. “So you don’t know any Aaron Malhotra?” She asked me. She is interrogating me like a CID officer. I sighed and explained to her the situation about what happened. She is listening quietly. After explaining I sat on the couch and started drinking water. “So you don’t have a crush on Aaron? You don’t like him?” She asked me. I choked on the water and started coughing. She came to me and rubbed my back. “We never hide anything from each other. We are the secret keepers of each other but you hide such an important detail related to your life from me. I’m so hurt

In a blink of an eye, he was standing in front of me , his gaze thunderous. "You... what?!" he spat, his tone low and dangerous. I swallowed, forcing myself to speak. It's not like he could kill me Besides, I was making a point. If he wasn't going to finish what he started, then I could go find someone else to finish it. Right? "I... can get a lover. It will be a secret, no one will know_"

The whole time i didn’t even concentrate, i was so focused on Rue’s reaction to it cause in our story , there was a big secret too . “She should’ve told him,” Rue said, breaking the silence. His tone was firm, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Keeping something like that from the person you love? That’s wrong.” I bit my lip. “What if she’s scared? What if it’s something she can’t just say?” Rue didn’t even hesitate. “If she really loves him, there’s no reason to hide anything. There’s no secret between two lovers. None.” My chest tightened. His words hit too close to home, ‘ There is no secret between two lovers?’ Really who made the rules ?

“You get to go now.“ I patted his cheek. “I will wait for Mr. Jone to help me locate my new place.“ I wink my visage in a seductive way. “I’m expecting you tonight, babe,“ he giggled softly, seeing how sexy I wanted to act. “I will be honored to be there, my love, “he said, trying to come out of the car. He kissed me again, seeing that he wanted to open the car door. I let go of my lips from his. “Please go before we get caught,“ I said. Since I’m your secret lover, we had to be careful so that we wouldn’t be caught. He winked his visage. “I’m regretting leaving you alone right now. I’m already missing you.“ An unfamiliar fire was burning in his eyes. At once, I felt a rush of warmth as he l