Julian Morrow The Secret History Novels & Stories

It was as if cold water was suddenly poured on me. Torture? Who would do something like that to her? And why? Did it have anything to do with her being the leader of their secret organization back then? Does dad know this? Why did they pretend to have died in the accident if that wasn't what really happened? Until we got back to Hector's office, I was still quiet, even him. I was even more confused by what was happening around me. Even though I try to understand what I know over and over again, I feel that a large part is still missing from the story. As if someone is trying to fabricate everything. As if someone had calculated everything just what I could figure out.

Nichole gave me an apologetic look even though she was hurt as well. Dumpp!! In the middle of our heated argument, we heard a loud sound which made us shriek extremely. "What the heck is this?" Natasha asked dramatically but her guts shut down when she saw Blake who threw the book on the table. "Read the book and find the details. Don't bother her again." He threw a murderous look to everyone particularly towards Natasha before made his way God knows where. "Rude much." I heard her mutter under her breath before she took the book "The Hidden Secrets" from the table and flipped the first page.

"And Julian Devereux? Should we be worried about him?" Moreau’s expression hardened slightly at the mention of the name. He exhaled through his nose before shaking his head. "Julian is a wildcard. But Alexis isn’t exactly running into his arms right now, is she? If my sources are correct, she just found out about his dirty little secret. If anything, he’s a distraction, not a threat." Pierre’s grin widened. "Then everything is falling into place." Moreau raised his glass. "To the fall of the Montgomery empire." The others lifted their glasses as well, toasting to their well executed plan.

May had arrived without ceremony while we were focused elsewhere and the city had turned green and open in the way it did each year as though it had been planning this all along. "She sat inside for eleven months thinking she had won," Alex said. "Yes." "Eighty thousand dollars and a private members club dinner and she thought she had closed the book." "She underestimated the paper trail." "She always underestimates the paper trail." He looked at the street. "Marsh is the piece that bothers me." "Why Marsh more than Morrison."

Clara opened it with trembling hands, revealing a leather-bound journal filled with the Archivist's elegant script. "It's their journal," she said, her voice hushed. "They left it for us." Morwen studied the journal, her expression curious. "What does it say?" Clara opened the first page, reading aloud. "To those who come after: I have watched you struggle, suffer, and triumph. I have seen you grow into the people you were always meant to be. This journal contains everything I have learned—the history of the Hollow, the secrets of the loops, and the truth about the forces that shaped your world."

“Like what?” “That’s what you’re here to figure out.” Morwenna gestured, and books began flying off shelves, stacking themselves on a central table. “These are the uncensored records. Personal journals of past heirs, research from witch hunters, texts on blood magic and curse-breaking. Everything the family has tried to hide or forget.” Selene approached the table, eyeing the massive pile. “This is going to take forever.” “Good thing you can’t sleep then.” Morwenna’s form began to fade. “I have to go…maintaining corporeal-ish form is exhausting. But I’ll check on you later. Try not to die of old age before you find something useful.”

That she could have him without destroying herself completely. “I’m not choosing differently,” she said flatly. “Whatever’s in that vault, it’s not changing what we already did.” Julian’s jaw clenched. His thumb pressed to his lower lip that tell, that childhood habit that meant he was holding back words that would hurt. The consciousness was learning his patterns too, she realized. Learning the architecture of his emotions through observation. The vault entrance was beneath the manor’s foundation, hidden behind a servant’s door that Julian’s key opened despite three centuries of disuse. Stone stairs descended into darkness that smelled like earth and copper and something else. Something old

she laughed, stammering her words as she shuffled back to her friend. “Don’t you agree, Julian? That people can’t be trusted these days? Especially the ones who appear to be a charmer?” Jeremy had found out a little secret for me. One that not a lot of people knew. Julian was a scholarship student. He was picked from an orphanage and trained by Malcolm to be Theon’s assistant. But my husband found a friend in Julian and gave him more than he should. I guess Julian got greedy for more and decided to take instead of asking.

But there was something else beneath his cold exterior—something deeply personal, something that tied him to her in ways she couldn’t yet comprehend. He had a secret. And Selena needed to know what it was. Her fingers hesitated over the keyboard as she typed his full name into the search bar. She had done some digging before, but most of the information about Julian’s past was carefully buried. He was a man who had erased his old identity, reinventing himself into the ruthless businessman he was today. But tonight, she was determined. She needed answers, no matter how painful they might be.

No matter what, she was not about to let her daughter find out about her hidden skeletons not after two decades of hiding them so well. Unknown to everyone, her hatred towards the Bradwells had nothing to do with their financial status. She and James grew up in another city and had a past that she would rather not re-live. She will never forget the day she ran away from her marriage because of poverty. James loved her too much and was very possessive of her but could not financially provide for her. This stressed him so much that he started coming home drunk and at times verbally abusing her. One day Pamela who back then was known as Paula reached her point of enough and she decided to run