My Betrothal Partner And The Secrets We Share Novels & Stories

"What can I do for you?" "I'm not sure if my husband already told you about the circumstances but—," "Yes, Mr. Moretti already informed me how confidential this must be. Don't worry, you can trust me, dear. I have been working for the family for decades," she reassured me and I awkwardly nodded. I took a deep breath and lifted up the hem of my top, exposing my scar that forms the word 'slut'. This is the first time I showed it to someone other than Keith and Matteo and I feel a deep sense of shame and embarrassment right now. It's deeply humiliating.

But then he got ahead of her. "Don't say anything. I'm heartbroken, but I'm okay. And don't worry. I'll keep my promise." He let out a soft grunt. He didn't seem to like how Anna was trying to look alright. "Don't push yourself too hard. This is just the beginning of our marriage. You can cry if you need to. Remember, we promised to share everything, right?" He reminded her. The marriage she offered was not hiding each other's wounds but sharing them to heal them together.

Our shared secrets have strengthened our trust and brought us closer as never before. Giulia: Bernardo, I'm thrilled that you share this with me. It is an honor to know your deepest secrets. I feel that our connection is getting stronger with every moment we share. Bernardo: Giulia, you are the only person I feel comfortable with to open my heart in this way. Our journey together is so significant to me, and I am grateful to be able to share my life with you.

"No! why did you have to kiss me like that if you wanted to postpone things?!" Amalthea was upset with her betrothed for playing her like that. He placed a finger over her lips, she bit it hard, not giving it back to him. He waited patiently until she got bored and released his finger. He placed it back over her lips. 'Alright, he was not done yet then.' She gave him her full attention, gluing her dark eyes to his identical ones. "Let us have our own ceremony, to the rest of the beings in this world you will still be my betrothed, but between you and I, we will know that we are path partners."

he finished it while looking in her eyes, dominating her and intimidating her" Our wedding is supposed to be a secret. " Enjoy reading it :) Love to all <3

“Then we must keep her safe, Cedric. At all costs.” He joined her, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. “I will.” A long silence fell between them, broken only by the rustling trees outside. “I thought I was protecting you,” she whispered. “From heartbreak. From entanglements. From scandal. But perhaps… perhaps I was only delaying your destiny.” Cedric smiled faintly. “Then maybe it’s time to stop delaying.” A breeze moved the curtains, soft and cool. As the evening deepened, the two stood in quiet unity, bound by a secret that tied the past, present, and future together. A secret born from venom, sealed with a vow, and now, destined to be fulfilled.

How much more funny would my life turn out to be? Damn it! Tears already pooled in my eyes and I had to blink rapidly to stop them from spilling. How could I do such a thing to my best-friend?! The perfect boyfriend and fiancé gist Rose has been telling me about all these while was him? My God! Just what in the world has Jake Marino gotten me into? What in the hell of a betrayal has he made me do? I’m in a secret contract marriage with my best-friend’s fiancé?! Oh Selena Dacosta, your life is one horrible one.

This… secret, this forbidden knowledge, it called to something deep inside her. She didn’t answer immediately. She just stared at him, measuring, calculating. Eva stirred faintly, whispering caution, yet there was a thrill in the rebellion, however small. Jackson tilted his head, waiting, patient, his gaze steady. The library felt heavier, charged, a space where rules could be bent, where danger and opportunity existed side by side. And in that charged quiet, a pact—silent yet binding—was born. Finally, after a long moment, Betty exhaled. Her lips pressed together in a thin line, but her eyes, hard and bright, met his. “…Fine,” she said, voice low but firm. “We keep it a secret. And I’ll com

And why did she care so much about what he thought? Left alone, Ava finished her meal in silence. Almost without thinking, she found herself scrolling through I*******m, landing on Sophie and Gabe's pages. Photos of them together, looking happy and in love, filled the screen. The familiar pain of betrayal washed over Ava, and she felt hot tears sliding down her cheeks. But she quickly wiped them away, refusing to cry. Not again. Instead, she grabbed the TV remote, flipping through channels in search of something to distract her from the ache in her chest.

It seems that today's agenda does not just involve meeting with the people who work under the White Moon Pack government. Vincent said something about someone I should meet today. But unfortunately, he didn't say who it was. Easton turned to me and put his arm around my waist. He loves skinship so much and letting others see it. Because we were mates, and the man looked so proud every time Easton said it. And now, Easton rubbed my waist so gently. "Now, we are going to meet my betrothed." Suddenly, I glared. Huh, he said beta?