Novel & Cerita Julie Garwood The Secret

Always. Feeling exhausted, I stepped outside, noticing Amari engrossed in her favorite TV show. Settling into a nearby long chair, I gazed across Hacienda Lazaro. My attention snagged on the sight of Mother Soledad's release and the arrival of a black Fortuner. Soon, a tall, wealthy-looking woman emerged, clad in a mini skirt and a knitted turtleneck tank top. Her long, ebony hair danced in the wind. Who could that be?

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

She picked up her scarf and walked out of the house. She decided she would just hide in the car and scare him. It will be fun... With that intention, she walked to the elevator, knowing it would take a few minutes for him to reach downstairs to the parking lot. Aarvi opened his car with the help of an extra key and hid in the back seat. Soon Anshuman reached his car and opened the door of it. He did not notice Aarvi’s presence there. Aarvi was about to scare him when his phone went off as he picked up the call.

in Christina’s place, and the encounter was deadly for Yellen. Leila pictured it: The Mustard Jacket watched Gerard plucking the keys from the hiding spot near the chalet. Then, later, when Gerard whizzed off on his snowmobile, the mustard man slipped in. The locks were not a problem; the dog’s a pushover, practically rolling out the welcome mat for him. He searched the place. For what? Leila didn’t know. Something important. Most likely that artifact the rulers were talking about at that dinner.

She ignores George and starts to walk out of the office without another word. The way she walked out of the office alarmed George. He switches his computer on and sees the screen blank with one word on it. BOO… He sees his computer has a virus. His eyes widen he picks up the landline and calls security. “The girl that left my office find her!” he shouts. ============= Olivia Herrington POV

All the way through. She didn’t interrupt it with outrage or disbelief. She didn’t pace. She didn’t curse Monet or Elara or Richard. She simply listened. By the time the episode ended, her tea had gone cold and something sharp and old had surfaced behind her ribs. “Well,” she murmured to the empty kitchen. “So it finally escaped the box.” Juliet had spent most of her life adjacent to secrets that other people believed were buried. Old money had a way of leaving fingerprints on stories even after it washed its hands.

The spark ignited, quiet but undeniable. Later, I found myself caring for a drunken Luke. Beer cans littered the floor, and he was a mess, with flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. That image was nothing like the distant professor everyone knew. Exhausted, I collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. When I woke, something tickled my face. I opened my eyes to find Luke gazing at me. But instead of looking away, he smiled at me. "Ada, let's be together." After that, we began a secret relationship. Every summer and winter break, my parents begged me to go home, but I always made excuses to stay.

I love you ~D~ Justin felt like he was suffocating as the words he had just read kept replaying in his mind. " Was Desmond right? Is Drake actually gay? Is this a dream?" Justin's said to him self as he kept staring at the paper in his hands. His pulse began raising as he found it hard to swallow. Guilt filled him up as he felt that he had trespassed into Drake's secret he wouldn't want anyone to know. As he stood there thinking he heard footsteps approaching the office which he recognized as Drake's.

A faint frown forms on my lips. “What is this…” I murmur under my breath. I slide a finger under the flap and tear it open. A single white sheet. I pull it out and unfold it. The moment my eyes land on the words, my entire body goes still. I KNOW YOUR SECRET AND THE TRUTH YOU ARE TRYING TO HIDE. AMARA ROOSEVELT. My breath catches. My fingers tremble so violently the paper almost slips from my grip. No. No… no, no…

"Thank you so much, Julian. I really... I appreciate it more than you know. You saved us." Julian gave a short, stiff nod, clearly uncomfortable with the gratitude. "It's fine, honestly. But Eliora..." He stepped closer, his shadow falling over the foot of my bed like an omen. "You have to know that you can't keep the truth hidden forever. A secret like that child... it has a pulse. It’s growing. It’s bound to find its way out one way or another. I’m only delaying the inevitable."