Julian Morrow The Secret History Novels & Stories

It's all black. There was a big mahagoni table in the middle and then her eyes met with the pair of grey pupils. boom! A cold pair of grey pupils looking at her curious one. For a flicker of a moment her breath got stuck. How is this possible? No no this can't be him. She was thinking unnecessarily. Then she shook her head convincingly that there are a lot of people with the same faces roaming around the world. That could be a coincidence. As Alice said she needed to move on. She can't hold onto her past anymore. Even though the horrible moments still haunt her but this is high time she should let go of her past and move on. She will keep her secret with her till her death. This is what she

Leonard must have figured me out by now. He knew I was the type who acted shy on the outside but had secret desires underneath. After a few moments of teasing, he pulled me into another round, and we kept going until we were both completely worn out. When I was ready to leave, he insisted that I did not put my underwear back on. He said he wanted to keep it as a souvenir. I did not want to, but I could not argue with him, so I just did what he said. My stockings were already torn, so I could not wear those either. I took them off and went home wearing only my skirt.

Closer than anyone could know. I deleted my terminal history, logged out, and slipped silently back toward Julian's suite. The adrenaline was a toxic rush. I was trapped in a marriage based on a lie, and now a dangerous third party was about to expose the truth—not just about the heir, but about the very foundations of Julian's empire. I paused outside his door, listening to his harsh, commanding voice on the phone. Julian Thorne had powerful enemies. And by marrying him, I had just put my secret son directly in the crosshairs.

It belonged to her mother, Catherine. Liora glanced sideways at Mavric, who nodded slightly, confirming that he had noticed it too. Inside the box lay a small handwritten note that read: “Page 159: Julian’s greatest mistake was not taking you away, but allowing your mother to discover the secret hidden beneath this abbey.” A secret beneath the abbey? Liora recalled that Westminster Abbey was known to have a vast network of ancient tunnels and chambers running underneath it. Could Scorpion be more than just a digital system? Was there a physical component buried deep beneath the streets of London?

Her wedding ring was gone, replaced by a cheap silver band she’d bought at a gas station. "You’re staring at the wall again, Claire." Elena jumped, her hand instinctively flying to her stomach. Julian stood by the history stacks, looking entirely out of place in his tailored wool coat. "You shouldn't come here," Elena whispered, her voice trembling. "People talk in this town. A man like you—you look like trouble." Julian pulled a book from the shelf—The History of Maritime Disasters—and flipped through it without looking at her. "I am trouble. But I’m also the only reason you aren't a headline in the city. How is the head?"

Marielle was still looking at the initials when the first doubt came. It was small enough that she almost ignored it, especially after everything they had learned about Julian during the past two days. His access history, the missing records, the archive footage and his dealings with Marcus Reed had already proved he was capable of hiding evidence when it suited him. Seeing J.C. on Alfred's letter felt like confirmation of something they no longer needed help believing, which was precisely why Marielle read the page again instead of accepting it.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

"King. Do you remember him?" I frowned, searching my memory. "King… yeah. Tall kid. Quiet. You two were close." Julian nodded. "We were… close. Closer than we should have been, maybe. We didn't understand it at the time. We were just kids. But looking back…" He swallowed hard. "That's when I realized." My chest tightened. Julian had known since he was a child. And he'd carried that secret alone for years. "I tried to fight it," Julian said, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "I thought maybe it was just a phase. Maybe I was confused. Maybe if I just… ignored it long enough, it would go away."

He blinked once, then twice, before whispering, “That can’t be right.” Aiden turned the laptop toward him. “It’s his private key. His server. His access code. This file didn't just come from Harold's old storage — it actually came through a secret route that Crane had set up overseas. Julian rubbed his forehead. “Jesus Christ.” “You said he helped you get started after your dad died,” Aiden said, his voice quiet, like speaking too loudly would break something fragile. “You trusted him.” Julian didn’t respond right away. His mind was elsewhere. Back in memories he hadn’t touched in years.

‘Why can’t I? ***** Morning. Collar still on. It itched. He walked past guards…they bowed. Like he was important. Julian’s skin crawled. What the hell is this? “Where’s Caesar?” “Not here, sir.” He slowly walks to a Library,filled with old books. Dust in his nose. Snooping around, trying to see if he could get anything. Then…A shelf moved. Click. It was a secret door. Julian’s heart jumped but he slipped in.