My Secret Affection Novels & Stories

he asked and stretched his hands then I lifted my eyes on his. He chuckled, "Don't felt embarrassed anymore, Ash, can we be friends?" he added and I chuckled. We shook hands, "Sure, let's do that," I said. It was the first conversation we had that we didn't talk about the cases and my secret admirer. And talking to him was great. I guess he was the only man that my secret admirer won't dare to kill, and hope he didn't, because he was my only key to solve the case.

She could feel his hands quake over hers, tormenting her to reveal the depth of emotions. “–because I can't think of falling for someone else when all of me is occupied with you. My heart has chosen Mustafa Ahwaan. And no Azhar or Hassan can claim that place ever.” angry tears streamed down her face and she screamed, confessing her love. “Maria ko Mustafa se mohabbat hai aur yahi mera sach hai.” she slumped down on her knees, her whole body trembling, finally disclosing off her deepest secret. (Because Maria is in love with Mustafa and this is my truth.)

He compromised, his hand caressing down to her legs as if making a point. He had no problem showing his affection to her in public, but he didn't like people seeing her lovely and blooming expression of love. Only he could see it. "And we should keep ourselves covered outside, okay? Let's wait when we're alone, it's our secret thing," He whispered lowly in her ear, his hand hovering on her chest. Anika blushed and looked up at him. His and her secret. Only them. She likes that. Finally, Anika nodded.

Suddenly, Vicky recalled what the maid of the Hart family had told her and continued, "So... when your parents locked me away... You knew about that too?" Vicky looked up at him, her eyes wide open. "And… My car accident... my amnesia... you were behind them, weren't you?" A chill flashed through Tyler's eyes, and his voice grew even colder, "You claimed to love me, but you've kept many secrets from me. Vicky, this is the love you speak of. It's hypocritical and cheap." Everything that she had neglected in the past, all the things she could not understand, made sense at that moment.

I stated, “Sophie needs her or you need her, I saw that little kiss you shared, the rest of them may be blind but not me” I groaned in frustration, “That’s none of your business Camile, my relationship is none of your goddamn business, I don't owe you an explanation for anything, I saved you and you wouldn't leave, I gave you a job! Stick to it” I said, I looked at her in anger, her presence in my home irritated me. I wanted her gone, but she knows my secret and probably has it hidden somewhere. A secret I can't afford to let anyone know, “Nico” she started before stepping closer to me, “what about us” she asked, her eyes soft as she slid her hands up my chest, sending shocks around my body,

“The truth is, the longer I kept the secret, the harder it became to tell it. After eleven years, the secret became part of normal life. I started to believe life needed the secret to stay the same.” “You kept my mother’s letter from me for eleven years because it became convenient to keep it.” “Not convenient,” Nathaniel said. “Familiar. There’s a difference.” He looked at me directly. “It doesn’t make it right. I’m not asking you to see it as right. I’m asking you to understand that the man who made that choice was not indifferent to you. He was, in his way, trying to love you. He was just doing it badly and for too long and without your consent.”

I raised an eyebrow, needing to have it all laid out. I knew, somewhere deep down, that I should ask more questions. But in the moment, I repeated the one that mattered to me most. “I’m not a secret anymore?” “Not from Beth.” I saw the faintest hint of conflict in his eyes. Even so, hearing the words again felt like a forklift had just been lifted off of my soul. Beth knew. Danny chose me. I was no longer a secret. Between that… the relief that my earlier insecurity was proven wrong… and the way the mate bond sparks pulled at me… I was a goner.

His affections, it turned out, had wandered far from the confines of his home. Maite, Aaron’s ex-girlfriend, a woman with a fiery spirit and a penchant for luxury, had become the object of his clandestine affections. Their meetings were a carefully orchestrated ballet of deception, a series of stolen moments in quiet cafes and secluded hotels, carefully masked by a veneer of respectability.

“Conflicted. Afraid. Dragging around a secret is like lugging a frickin’ boulder everywhere you go. Heavy as hell, honestly." I froze, my cup halfway to my lips. “What secret?” She smiled, barely. Honestly, it looked like she just remembered something, and her eyes were totally blank. “Back when I was in my youth, I loved someone. Not a boy. A girl.” The cup nearly slipped from my hand. “What?”

I realized that whenever I needed him, he showed up just in time. There is one more important thing that I just realized. Maybe I already fell in love with this man. Even though I only spent three months with him as a fiancée and secret mistress, I was satisfied. I don't dare to be greedy, because affection is something that easily kills a person. I will only love him for these three months, and then I will take my love away from him, without letting him know.