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Maverick smirked and just replied, “You are such a fool. If you don't come to my office right now and bring your hacking devices, I'll freeze your account.” The man on the other side was taking a bite of his KFC chicken when he heard what his cousin said and he almost choked. He quickly cut the call and picked up all the things he needed before rushing to Madon's company. If his cousin freezes his account like he just threatened, he will have no choice but to go back. And he is not ready to go back to that conceited, selfish, cunning, and cruel family. His heart contracts painfully every day cause he has to hide the real truth of the accident from Maverick. If the secret were to be revealed,

Laughter ricocheted, voices tangled. In the middle of it, Tyler slipped me aside. Small, badly wrapped gift in hand. His eyes were intense, tracking me as I struggled with tape hands brushing mine in the kind of gentle, unintentional intimacy that makes blood race. I knew instantly what it was. A puck. Simple. Circular. Black rubber, about three inches across. But the signature stopped my breath. Smith. Williams. My hand shot to my mouth, eyes stinging. The ache in my throat wasn’t just from shock it was something darker, deeper, twisting. A memory. A history. A grief I thought I’d buried. And yet here it was, in my hands, impossible and undeniable.

POV: KAI The press box smells like musty coffee and old popcorn. I sit in the back row, laptop balanced on my knees, hoodie zipped to my chin. The collar still hides most of the mark, but I feel it every time I swallow. Like a reminder I can't delete. Game starts fast. Puck drops. The crowd roars. I type without looking down much—habit now. The Ice Hawks are up early, but it's not the score I'm watching.

“Inside each envelope is a little… secret. Something scandalous, something intriguing. Your job is to uncover as many as you can while keeping your own hidden.” A few gasps. A few chuckles. And then an undeniable spark of interest spread through the room like wildfire. People loved secrets—especially when they weren’t their own. “You can trade information, strike deals, set traps, but be careful,” Charles continued, his grin widening. “Because if your own secret gets out… well, let’s just say, it won’t be pretty.” Lila practically glowed beside him, the queen of her own little kingdom of drama. Maya leaned in, whispering something to her that made them both laugh.

A doorway you could walk through in the time it takes to blink and on the other side everything was different. I told myself it didn’t matter. Nobody saw. The street was empty. The only people who would ever know were me, Caleb, and Zara. I would tell Rhys myself – when, if, he ever let me close enough to speak. I would confess before the five seconds could become a secret, because secrets were Caleb’s currency and I refused to carry his coins. Nobody saw. Nobody knew. I pressed my face into my pillow and tasted cheap beer and brick dust and the particular bitterness of a woman who’d spent months building a case against a man’s manipulation and then handed him a weapon in five seconds flat.

His eyes focussed back on hers, conveying his apology. “I know it’s hard for you to trust me after this, but please just give us another chance, I swear to you, no more secrets.” Aria looked deep into his eyes and saw the truth, she couldn’t describe how she knew that or whether her eyes were playing tricks on her, but she knew he was being honest. “Pinky promise?” She held out her pinky finger for him to latch on and together they smiled.

Carefully, I move to remove my spare gun and a set of metal handcuffs before placing them on my desk. “What are you doing?” asks a voice in question as the men all move to gather around my desk. Ignoring the question at hand, I move to press a button that was secretly hidden within my desk, releasing a secret spring which allowed a secret drawer to open up. Lifting up the drawer I move to grab a folder before laying it down upon the desk letting the others finally see.

“That can’t be right.” I blinked, struggling to process. “That’s absurd.” Kai nodded. “I thought so too. Until I saw it with my own eyes.” Ruby moved closer to me, clutching her mug a little tighter. “We all know he didn’t have anything to do with those projects.” “Of course,” I said. My voice was steady, but inside I was racing through timelines, associations, anything that could explain it. Kai continued, tapping on the screen. “This is a P*F from a finance folder buried deep. Your name is listed as one of the silent stakeholders.”

The satyr bowed low, smiling crooked as he let the guests in. “I scurried high and low for thy rottingness, and I'd nay bet my gander on here,” Puck said, obviously proud. I watched through the crook of Corpseboy's wing. He whispered something- the air around me sparked. “You're hidden,” he whispered. “Don't move.”

“I suppose it’s time to give credit where it’s due,” Michael clicks his tongue. “Every family has secrets as we all know it. A chink in their armour. A skeleton in their closet. Something that is dark and ugly and utterly humiliating. The secrecy that no one wishes anyone to learn. But can you imagine what catastrophe these secrets can cause if they land in the wrong hands? Can you imagine the power it gives you over those fools? It’s unimaginable. You should try,” he laughs maniacally. “It’s like a drug, I promise. It’s hard to get enough of it.”