Orv Secretive Plotter Novels & Stories

**Author's POV** “Secrets?” Elora couldn't comprehend what he was talking about. As far as she knew, she had nothing to hide except the fact that she was reborn. Could Beta Dexter have found that out? And even if that was what he found out, was it supposed to be a secret? The people started murmuring and Elora facepalmed. Beta Dexter smirked and walked past Elora, then headed to the podium, wearing a smug look on his face. Elora followed because she wanted to know where all these would lead.

The calm expression behind the car window’s frame was instant proof that the man still held many secrets. “Don’t tell me you never killed her?” Orlando asked. However, Nightroe only glanced briefly before finally signaling to Alex to drive off. The silence left everything hanging in uncertainty. Orlando was certain there was something he’d never known. Something that had never been discussed face-to-face. Was this still just as confusing? Now, what should he do? He wanted to see Cochette again after all these years. Damn it!

Could it be that fate was on their side? Ornard was so angry that he was about to lose his mind, but he calmed down and thought about it. It was impossible that this was all fated. Could it be that the Floyd family were scheming against him? If this was true, why didn't Veronica notice it at all? Ornard had been relying on Veronica to get rid of the Floyd family all these years. However, she knew nothing about the Floyd family's schemes against him, which proved that they were deliberately hiding it from her. Could it be that Veronica had been exposed?

“Get your stuff ready; you're moving in tonight. Camilla will put you through everything you need to know in advance.” Camilla walked over to Emily and snatched the file from her. Pulling the handle of the door, Rex immediately remembered something. “Ah! One more thing—until this is over, nothing about me goes to the media. Understood?” Emily nodded. Rex walked out, leaving Emily staring at the closed door. She hadn't noticed Camilla leaning by the wall next to her, with her arms folded. “Well, well, well… let's see how long you last.”

"I think I'm actually done this time." "Done with what" Tanya asked. "With Damian" I said. "With trying. With hoping. With believing things can get better. I'm just done." "Bella the test might come back negative" Tanya said. "It might be a scam." "It might be" I agreed. "But even if it is there will be something else. There's always something else with Damian. Another woman from his past. Another secret. Another betrayal. It never ends." I stood up and went to the nursery. I started pulling clothes out of Nathan's dresser and putting them in a suitcase. Tanya followed me.

Maybe she was a spy, or forced into it-- if there was an inkling of hope that she had not betrayed Ivan, that she had not betrayed Orlov’s trust, then Orlov would bet all of his money on it. Orlov put his pen down, deciding to stop work for the night. He would keep silent for the moment. Wait and watch her next move. It was good to have optimism, but Orlov was familiar with Ursa’s cunning side. He wouldn’t make any mistake that would put this empire in jeopardy.

The music grew louder, and Lily laughed when she saw the source was a coatrack playing a violin. "You have to explain that one to me," she said, pointing at the piece of furniture. "Oh. Yeah, I saw that in a movie once. Can't remember what. He follows me around, keeps me company." "You mean he keeps your mother away." "That too." Mike's eyes glinted. For a second, Lily felt a seed of doubt in her gut. Mike was hiding something from her, something important. She thought that maybe his mind was cracked, but the longer she spoke with him, the faster she was realizing that he was all there. What was the catch?

She ended up tossing and turning and tilling, but yet still didn’t find it. With frustration she dialled her secretary Grace, “Where the hell did you put the files I asked you to prepare for me from Friday Morning?” “Look at the top of the white and black cabinet where you always secure your Macallan ‘M’ Scotch Whisky.” “Okay, thanks.” She got back to her search, but then… “I have a question…” Daniel interrupted. “Yes? Go ahead.” “What if you get involved with the person defending your case?” “What are you suggesting, Mr. Daniel?”

Her eyes flickered in the direction the woman disappeared to but there was nobody there again, "The wedding is about to start, I'm here to make sure you don't cause any trouble." He eyed her up and down, lips curving slightly, "Speak for yourself." With that, he trotted away casually, whistling a tune that she didn't recognize. Aurora kept watching him, even after he had disappeared through the hallways. Her skin prickled and there was an unsettling feeling in her chest, there was something going on. Evan was plotting something and she had inkling that it wasn't going to be good. She raked her fingers through her curls, blowing out a shaky breath. Whatever he had planned, she had to stop it

“We are aware. We have more.” “I had found the information out with Mike’s help” Stuart explains as Josephine clicks on the files in Hawkeye. “Celeste and Victoria’s old editor had some of their old notes and was sure they were set up. He couldn’t prove it. Mike found a connection to Doctor Springfield and everything else fell into place. He was the person they were investigating.” “How do you know Seamus O’Connor wasn’t the head of the Irish Mob?” Josephine asks, glancing through the files.