Our Little Secret Ending Novels & Stories

“And if you’re smart…” “You’ll keep our little secret.”

She shrieked, her hand scorched black. Her scheme had backfired. However, Wendy was not done. She brandished a USB drive like a weapon. "I've got a video of Chloe's betrayal right here! Time for everyone to see her for who she really is!" She dashed for the projector and jammed the USB in. The screen flickered to life. Sure enough, there was a couple on the bed. However, the woman was not me. It was Wendy, and the men kept changing. The room went from silent shock to roaring laughter.

Libby responded. I told Jacob what happened. He asked me to wait for him before opening the box. I agreed and checked on Jessica. I called her twice but she was not answering or calling me back. "Sir Jacob is here." Libby said. I asked her to guide Jacob all the way in our secret room. He didn't know about this room until today. "Dude what the fuck?! Wow! Mustang really?!" Jacob's voice echoed inside the room. He went straight to my mustang and touched the hood of it.

We were a family. The sun rose. Hope pointed at the painting. She said Mama. I looked at the woman in the red dress. She was not me anymore. But she was part of me. Eli kissed my forehead. Luca held Grace. Derek held Hope. Derek Jr. slept. My phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. I know the final secret. Meet me at the river. Dawn. Come alone.

It was a delicate dance, a careful choreography to safeguard the secret we held so dearly. As we reached the sanctuary of Ella’s room, we closed the door behind us, breathing a collective sigh of relief. We exchanged knowing glances, and the strain of our covert operation gave way to laughter as if we were characters in a comical caper. Ella, ever the witty one, broke the ice with a chuckle. “Doesn’t it feel like we’re Gru from the ‘Despicable Me’ movie?” She inquired with a playful twinkle in her eye, her footsteps carrying her towards the closet.

I ordered a burger with an iced Americano, picking a nice table by the window. Nothing beats a nice view as you eat your stress away. "Why didn't I see anything about the club on the portal, or is there something you aren't telling me?" She takes a sip of her orange juice, giving me a look. "I knew you were going to ask. That's why I kept it a secret from you. There is this group—actually, it's not on the portal. This club is secret. Not everyone knows about it. Just the higher-ups who go there to satisfy their dark cravings.

“You dragged a stranger into your life, put a ring on her finger, and you’re worried about complicated?” A corner of his mouth lifted. “I don’t enjoy chaos, Miss Foster.” “Lola.” His eyes lifted again. Held hers. “Lola,” he corrected. The way he said it felt like a test. She exhaled. “What happens after three weeks?” He leaned back. Distance restored. “The engagement ends. You return to anonymity. You receive compensation generous enough to forget this ever happened.” “And if I don’t forget?” His gaze sharpened. “You will.”

Matteo carefully gathered the ledger and letters, securing them safely for the confrontation ahead. “Tomorrow,” I said softly, “we finally end what they started.” Matteo took my hand, resolve settling steady across his tired features. “Together,” he said quietly. “Exactly the way we promised.” My phone buzzed one final time that night, the message glowing starkly in the darkness of the sealed office around us. Before we left the sealed office, I paused at the door, looking back at the small hidden compartment that had kept its secret for thirty years. “Do you think our fathers ever imagined we would be the ones to finally find this,” I asked quietly.

Now he's being naughty. *********************The End********************

“The only thing he told them about me was Mum died in a car accident. I said the items were my sister’s and it was the only thing I had of hers before she died in the car accident with mum. The head master took pity on me and searched the dorm room. They found the shoebox hidden in a footlocker belonging to him. The head master looked at the photos and determined the pictures of you and I together were of me and my sister. Everyone was sympathetic after that and didn’t tease me about owning barbie dolls.” “Everyone except Alexander” Simone says, putting her arms around his neck. “Yeah” Emmett laughs, kissing Simone’s neck. “We had a few more fights but nothing as big as when he took the shoe