Novel The Secret History の小説・ストーリー

What alarmed her among the documents he gave her were what looked like medical receipts from different doctors and the dates on the receipts and on the invoices were dated a few months back, it was the amounts on them that made her gasp. ‘Hahaha…. you should see the look on your face. The fact that I got those receipts scared you right? I have warned you, we will uncover your dirty secrets. Save yourself and just come clean. I don’t care if you were going there for abortions, STI treatments or erectile dysfunctions all I want is for you to tell me where you are hiding my brother.’ Nick grimaced Connie was aghast, ‘How dare you say such insolent things, you have no right to talk like that ab

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

With careful fingers, she lifted the book and pulled it down, the heavy weight of history pressing against her hands. As she flipped through the pages, her heart quickened. Documents, letters, and meticulously detailed accounts sprawled across the pages. She recognized names—some familiar, some obscure—but the implications were staggering. The Romano family had always been meticulous, but the depth of the secrets she uncovered went far beyond what she had imagined.

Her fingers trembled slightly around the folder she was holding, while the air in the room seemed to thicken, pressing against her lungs until breathing became hot and heavy. Dominic Sinclair—the young professor everyone knew for his cold demeanor and unapproachable aura—sat casually behind his desk, as if he’d just made an ordinary offer. His face was calm, almost expressionless, but those gray eyes of his held the unmistakable gleam of control. “Excuse me?” Renata’s voice came out hoarse. “What do you mean… by secret girl?” “I know your scholarship was revoked,” Dominic said, leaning back in his chair, his lips curving into a faint, unnerving smile. “That’s why you came to see me today, is

Julian scanned the headline. “VanderMere Legacy Tainted by Fraud, Murder, and Lies: Whistleblower Exposes Billionaire Corruption” The image beneath it showed Harold, arm-in-arm with Dominic Crane at a gala. The story was detailed. Ruthless. Unfiltered. Clarissa gave a grim smile. “You lit the match, alright. Now watch it burn.” — They reached a safehouse an hour later—a vacant daycare with blocked windows and a dusty playroom that had become a command center.

She could not rely on Ethan’s version of truth anymore. Dust swirled in the beam of her flashlight. She pushed aside cracked picture frames, winter coats eaten by moths, boxes of old letters. Then, tucked inside a wooden chest carved with strange symbols, she found another secret. It was not clothes this time, nor a photograph. It was a leather bound book wrapped in red ribbon. The ribbon was stained darker in places, as though it had once been wet with blood. Her hands shook as she untied it. Inside were handwritten pages, her mother’s script looping and sharp. But these were not recipes or family notes. These were oaths, histories, secrets. The title at the top of the first page froze Oliv

Eight weeks later, He raised his head up and stared at the direction of where the phone was ringing, it been ringing for quite a while. “Ajoke... your phone is ringing.” He said to her and she came into the room and moved closer, to the phone while he returned his attention to the newspaper in his hands. “Hello...” She said and walked back into the room, he sighed deeply, she seem so secretive these days and it baffled him. She returned to the living room some minutes later and sat down beside him. “My love ...” She said and touched his head slowly, he put the newspaper beside him and looked at her.

"So who is the widow? You haven't forgotten, you and Natalie are getting married soon." "I didn't forget her, she was just a woman who worked as my secretary and I only helped her. The gossip is too much," said Dave, sipping the champagne that France's maid had prepared earlier. "Is it true?" France glared at Dave. "I don't like something interfering with my plans." Dave smiled mysteriously. "Good, don't let our plans be ruined and I don't want to give stock to treason." France smiled sarcastically while sipping her drink which Dave responded casually.

Her hair fell around her face like a shield, and she was scribbling notes with the kind of intensity that meant she'd discovered something big. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she kept glancing around like she expected someone to sneak up on her. Whatever she was researching, it wasn't for a school project. I grabbed a random economics textbook and settled at a table where I could keep an eye on her without being obvious about it. From here, I could see the cover of her book. "The Dark Royals." “Shit.” “That's not good,” my wolf agreed. “Ancient pack histories are full of dangerous information. Things people killed to keep secret.”