My Secret Affection Novels & Stories

"Do you want me to tell everyone? Do you want me to scream from the rooftops that the great Don Petrov is a fraud? That he’s a man who has betrayed his family, his legacy, his duty for a forbidden moment of passion?" The words are a physical blow, a harsh, brutal truth that I can't deny. My body is on fire. A desire, a need, a longing I have never felt before, tears through me. I want to kiss him. I want to shut him up. I want to make him stop talking, to make him stop looking at me with those dark, knowing eyes.

Damien sighed, trying to concentrate on what he was doing. " I know how much you've admired Elora and wished she was yours; even to this day, you still secretly watch her. I remembered how much you drank, ran into the forest, and raced through the night when you found out she already had a fiancee and she was getting married. And now, you're mated with her friend ", " Like you said it's just admiration ", " Was it? I see it as one-sided love or a secret love which the other person isn't even aware of",

In the depths of his troubled mind, he pondered the perplexing question: how could he, a man burdened with the weight of a clandestine truth, possibly maintain the facade of normalcy? The secret, like a dark specter haunting his every waking moment, threatened to consume him whole. Its existence, known only to him, As Sophia gazed into the distance, her eyes became pools of remorse, reflecting the weight of her past actions. She insisted, her voice trembling with conviction, "He never harbored any intention to cause you harm." In the depths of our hearts, our love remained concealed, a secret known only to us. Yet, despite the clandestine nature of our affection, his devotion to you ran deep

Seeing the misunderstanding and wanting- no needing- to keep it from escalating, he added, "Haven't added another secretary since you left. Finbarr does everything around here. My only secretary is you." Isabella remembered those three years she had worked as his secretary and narrowed her eyes, "Couldn't possibly be easy to report to you about your girlfriends and such." "There aren't any girlfriends, Isabella." "Hmm." "Bella…" but whatever he had to say was interrupted by the woman who had knocked, irritating Ronan. Why was he being disturbed at such a time? Seeing his frustration, Isabella shook her head, "Let Maeve come in. I'll hide." Ronan wrinkled his brows, "Hide? What for? You said

She reaches for me and I just…stop functioning. I place my lips over hers and savor the softness. I can’t claim her right away. So, I just keep my lips unmoving and inhale her breath before pulling away. Affection is a secret. It should stay behind closed doors. It shouldn’t see the light of the day. But, for her, I want to give that secret away. I don’t care if the whole Kingdom gets to know how much I love her. She smiles again, wide and genuine. My gaze lowers to those irresistable lips before rising to her eyes.

“You are confusing me.” “Just tell me the secret.” “It's actually not a secret anymore.” “Then what is it?” “A secret that's not a secret” “You confusing me now.” “Dammit,” I pull her close to my lips and gently suck on her lower lip just the way that she likes it. “I am in love with you.”

That was the only reason why he thought that I was so in love with him that I couldn't even help myself anymore. "Since when have we ever taken a photo together?" I pointed at the photo he was referring to and chuckled mockingly. "Take a closer look. Did you really think that was you?" We had been in a secret relationship for three years, and we had never taken a photo together, not even once. Even if we had, I would just find it disgusting. I'd never frame it or hang it up at home. Carlisle took a closer look, and suddenly, all color drained from his face.

Even if it was guaranteed I wouldn’t be able to feel that. That’s how much I loved him. “Please,” I tried again. This has to be a mistake. Maybe Liam is angry, I get it. “Please tell me it’s not true,” The smaller gift in the bag, the small jewelry box that cost everything, seemed to mock me. “Now that we’re speaking about secrets,” August’s blue eyes narrowed, “have you told him the other secret? The one that starts with A and ends in Y?” My heart plummeted to my chest. “August please,” fear, one of the emotions that’s become a permanent part of my life, grabbed my heart.

he said. He paced back and forth, when he was done with his display of unfelt emotions. He grabbed a chair, he placed it beside me, where he could view my face properly as he plopped his ass onto the chair. “Allow me to tell you a little secret my beloved. Those men you want to kill yourself for don't really love you, they just want to toss you around like a used ball. I'm the one who really loves you but you're just blind to see it” he pronounced. He trailed his fingers from my neck down to my collarbone.

he snapped, his voice raised, not in anger, but as if reprimanding a stubborn child. I flinched, but when I looked up, his eyes didn’t match his tone. They weren’t angry. If anything, they were… affectionate. Strange, unsettlingly warm. A kind of affection that had no place here. “It doesn’t matter,” he added, this time softer quieter, like a secret he wasn’t supposed to say out loud. “He’ll make you his preference.” His words lingered in the air, heavier than they should have been. My chest tightened. Something fluttered deep inside me, unsettling and foreign. I ran a hand through my hair, needing something anything to ground me.