Pretty Secrets Em Moore Romane & Geschichten

“For starters, why don’t you tell me your full name?” Relieved at the simple question, she answered, “Estelle Andres. And you?” Moore is glad that she didn’t whisper or mumble like she always does. Seems like spending time with Miranda gave her a little confidence. But, Andres? Where has he heard that name before? Shaking his head, he’ll think about that later. “My name is Moore Corcoran. But you can call me just Moore.” His lips quivered into a smile at seeing Estelle’s brow scrunched upon hearing his name. Many have mentioned that it is a special name given to him during the moment his life changed.

A burst of sound snapped from her, loud and sudden, like she wanted everyone in the room to hear how entertained she was. I didn’t even blink at her jab. Instead, I tapped the table once, drawing her attention back to work. “Miss Moore,” I said, keeping my voice flat, “the video’s already in your inbox. It includes the ex-president’s murder file too, exactly what Mr. S requested. Check it.” The playfulness on her face evaporated like smoke. Her eyes dropped to the tablet, brow tightening just enough to signal concentration, yet the faintest twitch of her lips betrayed her.

Something I should’ve said earlier. Derek stepped back into the room, his eyes narrowing. “Go on.” Moore exhaled heavily, leaning forward in his chair, his expression grave. The lines on his face deepened, revealing the weight of whatever burden he was about to share. “I think you should investigate Alpha Kevin,” he began, his voice steady but grim. “Keep a close watch on him.” Derek’s jaw tightened at the mention of Kevin’s name. “Kevin? What are you saying?” “I overheard something,” Moore continued, his tone dropping to a near whisper. “It was a few weeks ago, when I was taken. Kevin and one of his pack doctors were speaking— It was a hushed conversation, but I caught enough. They didn’t r

Although the sons of the Moore family had always been very united and harmonious in the past, Lord Moore had already made all the necessary preparations for the worst. Now, the internal monitoring system that he had prepared had indeed come in handy. Oscar immediately walked toward the bookcase before he found a secret switch. After that, the bookcase moved slightly to the left, revealing a huge display that was embedded into the wall. Oscar quickly turned on the monitor before he said, “Lord Moore, please verify it first!” Lord Moore nodded before he took out his cell phone. After that, he opened an inconspicuous software that was installed on his cell phone.

She then hung up the phone and faced me and Percy “Mr. Moore’s secretary will be here shortly to assist you in the penthouse conference room and his meeting is wrapping up.” I nodded and looked at my watch impatiently as we wait for Lex Moore’s secretary. *Scoffs* huh his secretary is probably a ditzy, dumb bimbo. Seeing as I heard about Giselle dating Lex while being his kid’s baby sitter, I expected his assistant to look similarly to Giselle physically but has the brain capacity of a squirrel. He's probably stringing Safina along and f*cking that secretary of his. All of a sudden I turned to the elevator and my jaw drops as the doors open to reveal the girl that I love.

The next forty-eight hours passed in a blur of hushed phone calls, encrypted messages, and the sharp click of Maya’s keyboard as she dug into Tessy Moore’s meticulously curated past. Lisa sat cross-legged on the motel room floor, surrounded by printouts and half-empty coffee cups, her eyes burning from lack of sleep but her mind razor-sharp with purpose. “Okay, listen to this,” Maya said over the phone. “Tessy Moore doesn’t just have connections—she is the connection. Her father is Robert Moore, CEO of Moore Holdings, a private equity firm that specializes in… wait for it… acquiring distressed architectural and design firms.”

I sucked in a sharp breath and opened the door, I furrowed my eyebrows when I locked eyes with Moore who was pacing around, he always seemed to be too nervous around his mother for someone who didn’t exhibit emotions very often. He paused the moment he saw me and stood straighter. I broke eye contact and walked into the room. “I thought Madame Amelia would be here,” I spoke out loud and stared at him with a questioning expression. “Don’t look at me like that; I got the same message you did,” Moore deadpanned. He seemed quite charming in his black tuxedo. I remembered him discussing something about an important meeting with some investors before I left for work this morning. Well, that was hi

"She wouldn't have bothered texting me if we were, right? Didn't she loop you in too?" His expression darkened. I blinked, feigning concern. "But you're the Vice President. Huh. Maybe she figured you already knew? Or... maybe she just forgot. Either way, you're in the loop now." "Miss Moore," Wiley said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "Maybe her reaching out to you means more than you realize. There are... dynamics at play. You'd be wise to tread carefully." "Thanks for the unsolicited advice. Anything else you'd like to mansplain today?"

Then what about the remaining secrets that Emily still doesn't know about until now? Ah, the devil cares! She should enjoy this relationship before starting to think things over. Damn, absolutely delicious! ***

She asks, referring to our lives five years ago "No hidden secrets" THE END.