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She cried out his name, lost in the sensation of… I slammed the book shut, my cock hardening instantly. So this was what my innocent Elara had been reading. I opened the book again, unable to help myself, flipping through the pages. Which contained sex scenes. Descriptions of positions, sensations, emotions. Some of the pages had corners turned down like she’d been marking her favorite parts. The image of Elara lying in bed, reading these explicit scenes, her hand slipping between her legs as she imagined someone touching her like that…it made me fucking feral. She’d hidden this book like a secret. Like she was embarrassed by what she wanted.

Then I slip my hand under my mattress where I’ve hidden the romance novel I’m currently reading. I cradle it like a tender little secret. Because it is a secret. It’smysecret. My only outlet into the psyche of a man, until Rhett came along. I sink into bed and curl up under the covers. My heart still stings from not hearing from him all day. My stomach feels hollow but not because I haven’t eaten all day. The second I open the book and the smell of the paper enters my nostrils, something inside me comes alive.

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

It was then I noticed something. One spot on the floor looked different. The floor didn't match the rest of the floor. I chucked and dropped down to my knees, pressing my hand against the spot. It was loose so I slipped my fingers into the small crack and pulled it. The tile lifted and inside it was a small book. “There you are,” I smiled and a laugh left my throat. “If I can't have this pack then I'll burn the secrets so it stays hidden.” I was about to pick it up when the sound of the door opened snapped through the room. I turned fast, the tile closing back with the ledger still inside.

They looked very old. I picked up the first book. The cover felt soft under my fingers. I opened it carefully. The writing was faded in places, but I could still read it. "My name is Althea of Whitemore," the book began. "This is my story." Althea. Who was Althea? Was this Noah's and Neal's grandmother? Why would her book be hidden here? Why would my locket open her secret room? I turned the pages slowly, my eyes growing wider with each sentence.

There are a lot of books inside the locker and also a lot of money because the locker was a door through the big room of the Family. If I am a person that could easily dazzle with the money I'm sure that I won't go outside without bringing this all with me. And for almost 10 minutes of searching, at last, I saw a different kind of book It is a white book but still I need to confirm if this is the white book I've been looking for so I open it immediately and read what is inside of it and when I confirmed that this is the book I immediately hide it at my back and then I cover it with my shirt I closed the locker room. And then I slowly go out into the secret room.

I begin to look around hurriedly so that I can get the idea of it all, before she comes to her room. Walking around like an aimless dog, I begin to check different things until my eyes fall on something I didn't expect my eyes would be on. Getting my hands on the book, written at the back is, 'my secrets..' I know that kind of book could be a lie and also, it can contain some elements of truth. I opened up and what I set my eyes on almost got my leg trembling. 'What! she planned all this.' I almost couldn't believe my eyes, because the sight of the plan is so terrifying.

Just now, it striked me as kinda unfair given that the cameras would be around much more than David would be, but hey. As I climbed out of his truck without so much as a good-bye and slammed the door, I reminded myself again. I agreed to this. THIS IS THE END OF DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS BOOK SERIES 1. THE NEXT SERIES WILL BE UPDATED SOON KEEP CHECKING AND SUPPORT ME.

“Read it where?” “It was in a diary that belonged to a guy I used to work with. The last thing he wrote was on the very last page, and after that he just never came in again. When they told me to clear out his locker it was completely empty except for that book sitting at the bottom of one of the drawers. There was no call, no forwarding address, nothing. I ended up putting the book in my bag because leaving it there felt wrong, and I’ve regretted it ever since.”

Chapter 6: The Secret Exposed ISABELLA Sunday morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damien’s penthouse, casting a warm glow over the rumpled black silk sheets. I lay in his arms, my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. The weekend had been intense—more pleasure than I ever thought possible. But instead of feeling satisfied, my mind was spinning with questions I could no longer ignore. Damien’s fingers traced lazy circles on my bare back. “You’re quiet this morning,” he murmured, his voice still rough from sleep and everything we’d done last night.