Orv Secretive Plotter Novels & Stories

“Your Majesty, Your Highness, we found the culprit. It’s the new sous chef. She admitted to doing the crime, and also claimed that someone ordered her to do so. However, she refused to name who.” “Force the information out of her, then prepare her and her mastermind’s executions by guillotine,” Orvyn says coldly and remorselessly. Everything happens like a blur, my thoughts remain on the one question I've been asking - who wants me dead?! I can't think of anyone. But when Orvyn suddenly crops up in my head, chills run up and down my spine. Is it him? Is he now realizing that he can't easily manipulate me, that's why he doesn’t need me anymore and no longer wants to keep me?

Her reflection stared back at her, a composed heiress, hair pinned neatly back, a silk robe hugging her shoulders, but behind the neat surface, her mind was a hive of restless plots. She exhaled slowly and leaned forward, scribbling words onto the paper in her elegant, sharp handwriting. Orlanda: prisoner, slave, secret. She underlined the words twice, her pen pressing hard enough to almost tear the page. She thought back to all she had pieced together in the last few days. Orlanda was the key. That girl wasn’t just a maid, she was a chain Oswald had locked away in the dark, out of sight and out of reach. His dirty secret. And not only that, the one who had come in between her and her man.

The message, delivered through encrypted channels, spoke of secrets buried beneath layers of deceit and deception—a revelation that sent shockwaves through Sorin's already fragile world. Determined to uncover the truth, Sorin embarked on a clandestine investigation, delving into the shadowy realms of corporate espionage and familial intrigue. His quest for answers led him down a perilous path, where he encountered unexpected allies and dangerous adversaries who sought to manipulate the balance of power for their gain.

Vale agreed. “And Vivian provided that,” Cassian said. “Unintentionally,” Vale replied. A quiet truth formed. Vivian thought she was attacking Cassian. But someone larger might have been using her attack as cover. Cassian’s gaze sharpened. “Names.” Vale finally said it. “Orlov Investment Authority.” Avelyn’s pulse slowed deliberately. Orlov was known for strategic absorption. Slow. Relentless. Patient. They didn’t wage public wars.

He had a lot on his mind, and adding her to his list was stressful for him. As pissed as Ophelia was, she wondered how it was possible for Nora to hide her pregnancy if she hadn't announced it... no one would be aware of it. 'What a secretive bitch!' she spat. "We need to summon her... we can't have a physical fight with her, but we can summon her. If we summon her, she will be too weak to fight back." Orion nodded his head. "When are we getting started?" he asked. Ophelia was sick of everything that was going on, from moving over to the Midnight Prowlers to losing her son. Then suddenly, Marcel is nowhere to be seen and isn't responding to her messages.

*This is an expert from an unpublished book I have. I will be addig a few more of those scenes as well.* Destiny Listening to everything that was going on in the room, I knew exactly what she was doing. What I said to her last night was eating away at her and that is exactly what I wanted. Little did she know we were back together and she was never going to get him. All we needed to do was get her out of the picture for good, but boy was she being stubborn. Oh well, two can play that game. Hearing as things started to get intense, I stopped what I was doing and pressed my ear to the door. Smirking to myself as she kept getting turned down, made it even better. Waiting for her to leave the ro

Anna takes a deep breath and gets up and goes to the backyard. “I think that I may have hit a chord…” Oscar says. Henry shrugs. “Let me fix this,” Oscar follows Anna to the backyard. “We’re not heartless Anna. She was sent away with a decent package despite her antics. I know it’s harsh economically for a lot of people but this was also done to protect you. A person who works in your house that is willing to sell your secrets is dangerous. This time it might have been a gold digger but what if next time it’s a career criminal and there’s a Kim Kardashian in France instance where you’re held at gunpoint in your own house while they steal your jewelry,”

We made contact with The Oracle, cautiously arranging a meeting in a secluded location. As we met with The Oracle, their face hidden behind a mask, we listened intently to the secrets they shared. They spoke of a hidden lair, a stronghold where the puppet masters orchestrated their plans and controlled the fate of countless lives. The Oracle provided us with detailed information, maps, and a warning of the dangers that awaited us.

Mike’s voice snapped me back to reality. I stepped out of the car and into the building. The usual salutes from security and staff met me, but I barely acknowledged them. I was already in work mode. In no time, the elevator brought me to the fourth floor—my office. “The meeting with Mr. Hartley and Mr. Moreau is set to start in 30 minutes,” Mike informed me, his voice low and even. But something was off. His eyes avoided mine. His expression was tight. Of course, I understood. Witnessing your woman screwing another man—hell, that could destroy a man.

I would never be able to live with myself, and tears began to stream down my face again. “What about the secret, Mrs Donovan? Do you have a secret that would send shooters after you?” I couldn’t control my tears anymore, so I just shook my head. Honestly, my secret doesn’t require me to be shot at. “That’s enough now, you may leave,” Ethan said to them. “Thank you for your corporation, Mr and Mrs Donovan. We’ll keep you informed if we find anything, and if any new information comes up, let us know.” Ethan nods while shaking hands with both of them, then Oliver walks them out of the house.