Our Secret Drama Novels & Stories

I said, stammering a little. “So you don’t know any Aaron Malhotra?” She asked me. She is interrogating me like a CID officer. I sighed and explained to her the situation about what happened. She is listening quietly. After explaining I sat on the couch and started drinking water. “So you don’t have a crush on Aaron? You don’t like him?” She asked me. I choked on the water and started coughing. She came to me and rubbed my back. “We never hide anything from each other. We are the secret keepers of each other but you hide such an important detail related to your life from me. I’m so hurt

"Time they're sorry for all of this." I sat at my desk, flipped on my laptop, and opened a new folder. I titled it Project Rise. And in that script, I began making a list of every vulnerability, every threat, every weapon I had at my disposal to strike back. Victoria's business partners. Cassandra's father's company. Jake's compulsion to be number one. Anything and everything were up for grabs now. They thought I was finished. They thought I'd just vanish into thin air, marry some dull fellow or reappear in thin air.

"And she's not going to. Kyle sent her a message saying we were caught up in business discussions all morning. She bought it, or at least she hasn't questioned it yet." "This is dangerous," I warned. "You know that, right? The longer you keep this secret, the worse it's going to be when it inevitably comes out. And it will come out, Darius. Secrets like this always do." "I know," he said, sobering slightly. "But right now, I'm just trying to enjoy having my mate in my bed where he belongs, without worrying about the political complications or family drama. Can you let me have that for a few more hours?"

Same thing. My hands were shaking now as I scrolled to his name again, pressing call with a thumb that felt numb. Voicemail. I sat on the edge of my bed, the brush forgotten on the floor, my eyes fixed on the screen as the message replayed in my head. Everyone has secrets, Rory. Even the ones you love. The fairy lights outside my window flickered once, then went dark.

Something that didn’t go unnoticed. He mumbled ‘The Deadly Secrets Of The CEO’. I start to laugh, knowing that the way these people played me should be aired on TV as a movie or TV show. They had all this planned from the beginning. Now I even have doubts about Davina. Was our connection even real? Or was she part of the plan also. “Jimmy...he was part of all of this, right?” I ask him, but he stays quiet for a few seconds before answering, “Look at you being a detective.”

Seb finally says. "Name it." I swallow. "You play Cold Secrets with me." *** Cold Secrets. The sadistic game that Seb invented when we were kids, in one of our almost daily trips to the 7/11 near our school. The rules are simple. We each drink a Slurpee and try to stop a brain freeze and whoever’s unsuccessful at it tells the other person a secret. The first time I played it, my migraine didn't stop for days and I vowed to never let him talk me into it again. Obviously, since I just agreed at doing it with him again now, I have failed my past self.

I already put my best guy on it, and I know August would be following her when she leaves. Let her believe that the media was keeping me busy. Let her think I was falling apart. I want her to believe that I was just a distraught widow acting irrationally. Soon I would be delving deeper into what she left behind while she was preoccupied with responding to the turmoil I caused. I had to know if she would sink her teeth deep into the bait I set out for her; this is just the beginning. From here on out every secret will be exposed. Why?

My eyes darted instinctively to the screen, where the bold text of Estelle’s message dropped down, For a brief moment, I was transported away from the conversation at the table, caught up in the anticipation that Estelle’s message stirred within me. The temptation to respond, to find out what secrets she held, was almost overwhelming. It read: I HAVE A SECRET TO REVEAL TO YOU ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE PERSON. PICK ME UP AT MY HOUSE TOMORROW AND LET'S SIT OUT AT THE PARK.

There was an underlying message. "What do you mean?" he asked. I looked. "You know a couple of secrets?" I stared and got lost in my mind for a moment. Did I know secrets? Hell yeah I did. I knew who Amy and Mya's mother was. I knew the truth about baby Aaron's paternity test. And I knew about Chad and Amy's secret romance. So yeah...I knew some secrets. I looked over at Justin. "Did you know who Chad's first girlfriend was?" He looked at me for a moment, and then looked away.

"It's not them that want it secret, but I do. I'm not ready to get the spotlight, so I asked them not to say anything for the time being." Jenny narrowed her eyes at her. "You're weird. People usually flaunt their marriage, especially if they're married to billionaires. But you're the opposite." Anna could only let out a chuckle. It didn't bother her at all to find her accusations. "That's what makes me different from them." They talked for the next few minutes. It eased her mind because Anna could speak freely to Jenny. It turned out that having no secret was better than hiding it. But she didn't regret doing it, given her circumstances.