Mr Queen: The Secret Novels & Stories

I took a seat and was beginning to relax my nerves when another surprise erupted. “Romeo HighTower has not found the unknown Queen yet. The unknown Queen was discovered in the market place today!”

"Signing that contract for you was me doing you a favor. What, you were the one who didn't want it, and now you're changing your mind and want to be my bride again?" I frowned. The heir to the Castillo family was this dim. I'll have to tell Grandpa when I get back to do less business with them. Victoria, hearing this, gave a smug smile and turned to Marcus, saying respectfully, "The wedding still needs to happen. Since Miss Aria doesn't want this position, why not give it to someone else?" The next second, the lounge door opened. A young woman in a champagne-colored dress walked in. She was beautiful, no doubt. Blonde hair, blue eyes, her features as perfect as a doll's.

she said, struggling against the hold he had on her. “Your days of running and hiding have come to an end.” He said and she shook her and had her trembling against the wall where he had her pinned, “Damn you.” CHAPTER ONE "Isabella! I am pregnant. And you would never guess who the father is…” Isabella Sullivan, the secretary to the president of the Patterson company looked up at the woman with confused eyes, “Er…” “Ronan, Isabella. My Baby’s Father is Ronan.” the woman rolled out before Isabella had the chance to even respond.

Thinking about who or what he meant, I turned to the next page and saw a long entry. “The secret of the truth has been hidden, the Queen has always existed, and those bastards had hidden her. She is cold like water and evil as hell. But they keep her at bay. The fuckers are afraid of her, so they keep her in denial. Especially that woman.” The Queen? What Queen would he be referring to?

she said, and I swallowed down, including all that she just said. She smiled and interlocked her fingers on the desk. "Now, any other question?" she asked, and I shook my head with a bitter smile. Knowing more would only hurt me; besides, she had already explained that everything that happened here already existed before I got to know him, so getting jealous unnecessarily wouldn't help me by any means but might even cause me to be farther away from Ace more. Although my mind told me that the reason why Queens was founded connects to a big secret of Ace which many people don't know but I have no option but to suppress my curiosity with the whole of my self-control.

War paint. I put on my boots. I grab my purse. I check for the burner phone. It is there. I walk to the door. I look back at the vent. The secret is safe. I open the door. I step out into the hallway. The Queen is going to dinner. And she is eating for two.

“I asked about her and you!” Kaluna’s index finger pointed clearly at Rara who stood not far from him and Dewa. “Answer!” snapped Kaluna when Dewa remained stunned. “Today we’re supposed to be celebrating one year of our relationship, but you’re... celebrating by cheating on my friend?” To Kaluna’s astonishment, neither Dewa nor Rara denied her accusation at all. Did that mean the two of them had really been in a secret relationship behind her back? “You better be honest, Dewa.” Rara ventured to speak up.

Sean said to Altha in a low voice full of authority that was rarely used, making the hairs on the necks of all the women in the room stand on end. After the door closed and Sean’s body disappeared, only then did Altha dare to move her frozen body. “Did Mr. CEO hear us talking about the Honeymoon?” asked Altha while cursing herself for speaking freely without paying attention to whether their CEO had already gone to the meeting or not. Kezia bit her lip holding back laughter seeing the shocked expressions of co-workers when they saw Sean appeared in the doorway, at the same time Altha continued to babble non-stop. The women struggled to signal Altha to be quiet, but Sean’s private secretary s

London stepped out alone and was face to face with another lady as the manager departed with the elevator. “Hello,” the black-haired lady with slightly Asian features greeted. “You must be Ms London Webb, better known as Queenie online. I’m Cleo. We spoke briefly over the phone earlier today. Thank you for meeting us at our convenience instead. Please follow me.” London didn’t question the secretary as she smiled awkwardly at the curt and robotic reply. She followed behind the secretary, who knocked twice before entering a door. London wasn’t expecting to see such a huge room or a cosy tea set by the window. However, everything fell out of focus when she saw the lady boss in person. Wanda Wa

It was a large brownstone in an older, established neighborhood, with window boxes and a garden that looked well-loved. Christopher rang the doorbell, and within seconds it swung open. The woman standing there was smaller than I'd expected, with sharp blue eyes and silver hair styled in soft waves. She wore tailored slacks and a cashmere sweater, looking simultaneously elegant and approachable. Christopher, she said warmly, pulling him into a hug. And you must be Robin. I am.” I offered my hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Keen.” “Rose will do,” she replied, laughing lightly. “‘Mrs. Keen’ makes me sound old.” She shook my hand firmly, her eyes assessing me in a way that was direct but