Pretty Secrets Em Moore Novels & Stories

But it seemed he sensed my hesitation immediately. He chuckled lightly. "Don’t worry, Eve. I don’t have any hidden agenda. I’m just an old shareholder of Moore Group—curious about what’s going on behind the scenes. I won’t interfere in anything." Of course, I wasn’t about to trust him so easily. I let out a dry laugh. "Mr. Moore, Pierse said you could help me get my money back. Is that true?" The old man chuckled again, his tone full of confidence. "Yes. What’s rightfully yours will be returned to you."

He will wait out me. “The Director wants the code.” He says it to Damian, not to me, as though I am only the asset on the table. As though I cannot hear him over my own dying. “The full Moore sequence, written out whole. Aris hid the key in his daughter's marrow, and it reads clear only at full Sovereign expression, which is now, while she burns out in front of you. Speak the code into the injector's log, and I let you press it.” A smile, gentle and terrible.

“Michael Moore. Arrested in 2008 for securities fraud and embezzlement. Sentenced to fifteen years. Died in prison in 2012 of a heart attack. His daughter was…” “She was six years old when he was arrested,” Cassandra finished, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Ten when he died. She must be able to remember what happened and carry the shame.” She set down the report and looked up at Derek. “And you're certain the media doesn't know about this yet?” “I am very sure because Moore is a common name, and Elara's mother made use of her maiden name after the arrest. The connection isn't obvious unless you're specifically looking for it.”

I said, looking at the screen. It was pictures of a high-tech hospital with a man who had machine tubes hanging out from every corner of him. “Mr Moore” “He is dead…” “Not according to our investigations, sir." I felt my heart drop because even though he was not done talking, I could already feel how big a scandal this was going to be. “Mrs Moore has had him hidden all these years." “He is alive."

She was too focused on cutting the dead weight and making it clear — she wasn’t some puppet girlfriend who landed the position by accident. She was the one calling the shots now. Just as she leaned forward to address the next issue, the door cracked open. Alaya turned. The secretary stepped inside nervously, clutching a folder. “Miss Moore,” she said quietly. “Mr. Malik Westwood is requesting your presence outside. He says it’s urgent.” Alaya glanced back at the board. “Gentlemen,” she said, rising, “I’ll return shortly.” She stepped out into the hallway, the sound of her heels bouncing against the floors.

Gracie stopped at her track. " you're going to go and do what? You want to crash everything? That's just you taking out your own feelings. It won't be helping Jade at all. Do you remember? When we were in the can, do you remember that Darryl Granny in the cell next door? That granny is a documentation forgery expert. There's no technician in the country that she doesn't know. Let's contact her, and the bastard who made a fake death certificate, and a fake adoption paper, let's go find that bastard. _________

Deagan laughed, wiping the slobber off his face. “Misterio… Mist, for short.” Deagan eyed her strangely. “That’s very different, any reason?” Hazel asked and Aria smiled at the grey-eyed cuteness. “Misterios means Secrets in Spanish.” Deagan caught on easily while others remained in the dark, no one asked her to elaborate. “Well then Mist, come meet your uncle Aycin.” Aycin held his hands out and so he made his way down the table, receiving rubs and kisses. “Little attention lover, isn’t he?” Aria laughed at Deagan’s words.

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.

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

Moore for fun. “Nathan Kingston!” shouted Mr. Moore at the top of his lungs. His heart picked up an unnatural beat in the fear of losing his precious thing again. How dare Nathan even mention any of his interest in his thing? “Don’t you even think of Solara’s Enigma! Or you won’t like the consequences. You might have blackmailed me in Paradis d’Amour because I was helpless, but this time I won’t. And that will be a trouble for you. If you so much so even think about betraying me, I’ll make sure to destroy your entire fucking empire. Mark my words.” The Solara’s Enigma!