On Her Majesty's Secret Service Novels & Stories

With the team as witnesses, we exchanged rings. Our research also made a major breakthrough. The remaining work was left to the professor to refine. Hazel and I planned to return to Riverford to meet her parents. I did not expect to see Cara again. Back in Riverford, Hazel left early every morning and came home late. When I asked what she had been doing, the corner of her lips lifted slightly. "Secret." At night, she would cling to me and refuse to let go.

Then another voice, hushed and disbelieving: "Oh my God." Both of them turned at once. The large television mounted above the reception desk — usually tuned quietly to business news, ignored by everyone passing through — had cut abruptly to something else entirely. And there, filling the entire screen in sharp color, was the same photograph. A headline blazed beneath it in bold red letters: **COLE DESIGNS CEO'S SECRET AFFAIR EXPOSED**

“You’re smart enough to understand what I mean without me spelling it out, aren’t you?” Renata’s blood ran cold. She stepped back again, bumping into the edge of the desk. “Sir, I—I don’t understand,” she stammered. Alex leaned closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “If you want me to keep quiet about… whatever happened with Sinclair, then show me you know how to keep a secret properly.” Her eyes widened. Her heartbeat pounded in her chest. She wanted to scream, but no words came—only a broken whisper. “Please… don’t expel me. I’ll do anything. Just don’t make me leave.”

His nearness, his scent, his soft breath, those haunting eyes… it was as if the gods had conspired to carve him from pure sin. “I can’t be beside you as your fake lover, Your Majesty,” I said, finally finding my voice. He nodded slowly. “I know. You will come in as my secretary. You will work at Majesty Corp.” I froze. “Majesty Corp is for nobles and royals,” I whispered, disbelieving. “If an omega works there, it’s only to sweep floors.” “Who owns Majesty Corp?” He asked, calm. “Y… You do.” “Then I bring in whoever I choose. And you won’t be sweeping. You will be my secretary. You will work in my department. I will ensure your safety… and your family’s too. All I want is your yes. But I wil

" He passed a file to Alex. Alex took it and opened it. "And sir, here's the bullet of the gun aimed at you.." He gave Alex a plastic bag with a bullet in it. Alex collected it and smirked. "Fine, but I want the secret spy in the institute in no time.." He ordered and they will bowed gently. "You can leave now.." He dispersed them. He stood up and looked at the plastic bag of bullet and then smirked again. "This bullet is connected to my past. Who's the secret spy and what does he/she know about my past.." He mumbled and took a sip from the glasscup. Suddenly he remembered her. JEANNE! A smile escaped his lips unconsciously.

It proves that I meant entirely nothing to him. Her dark eyes flash. "Look who we have here care to introduce yourself, who are you?” she asks me cockily. “Am Eros Ramazzotti secretary"I say biting back at her although wincing at the way the title of secretary made evident that I was really just his secretary and nothing more.... "Are you another one of his bimbo's? Did you just have sex with him?” I ask her. She gives me a sly smile. “With who? I know I never fucked your man. I can see the fire in your eyes"She says in her slurry with a touch of an Australian accent.

He said to her and her heart missed a beat at the thought. “I can only do the little I can, so whatever secret you know you have, …” He said. “I don’t have any secrets.” She snapped at him and he could say no more.

It was Jameson's secretary who was the first to put the pieces together. As the strategist and secretary, he had an impressive reaction time. He didn't say much to Jameson. Instead, he moved forward to intercept Catherine. "Miss Swann, please wait." Catherine glanced up at him with her cold eyes. "If you don't want to die, step aside." Her voice was light, but it carried an overwhelming sense of oppression and sent shivers down spines. The secretary, who was overwhelmed by her powerful aura, instinctively took a step back.

The door to the presidential office opened softly. Hanna walked in carrying the tray with two coffees, her posture straight, her steps confident. Nathan lifted his eyes at the exact moment she crossed the doorway. He said nothing. He simply watched. Hanna walked to the desk and carefully placed the tray down. Before she could even turn to leave, she heard Jessi’s voice, light and filled with a familiarity that was impossible to hide. — So this is how you treat important appointments now? — he teased. — Showing up late?

And the very thought of the King’s pending visit, rage, and desperation quickly flooded inside him. He walked back into the wooden table while Sir Conrad followed him from behind, gently closing the door at the same time to ensure their privacy. “Don’t tell me what I don’t want to hear,” Cain stated, grabbing a bottle of whisky available on the table. Despite knowing what his master meant, Sir Conrad, being the obedient butler that he was, still informed him of the important news. “My Lord, His Majesty has arrived.” He lowered his head even more, not wanting to inflame the already blazing ire of the general.