Novel & Cerita Saintess Secret Night Spoiler Novel

“Get your stuff ready; you're moving in tonight. Camilla will put you through everything you need to know in advance.” Camilla walked over to Emily and snatched the file from her. Pulling the handle of the door, Rex immediately remembered something. “Ah! One more thing—until this is over, nothing about me goes to the media. Understood?” Emily nodded. Rex walked out, leaving Emily staring at the closed door. She hadn't noticed Camilla leaning by the wall next to her, with her arms folded. “Well, well, well… let's see how long you last.”

Easier to keep her within reach. It’s been a week and three days since that night—our night. Her resolve drew me in, but I see past the surface. There’s something hidden beneath that fire. And I’ll enjoy peeling it back, layer by layer. She will be mine. I’ll make sure of it. Emily doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already falling. With Dem watching, I was always one step ahead. Time to take the next move. ~~~~ —Later that day, I was at one of my casinos—my usual haunt. I sat in my office reviewing some documents when a knock came.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

"Am I? Ask him about Rachel Summers. Or Jennifer Park. Or the assistant he paid off five years ago after she got pregnant and had an abortion." My stomach turned. "He's not the noble man you think he is. He's just better at hiding his damage than I am." Aiden settled back into his pillows. "But I guess you already knew that. You fell for a man who cheats. Now you're surprised he cheated with you." Security appeared in the doorway. Two large men with hands on their belts. "Ma'am, we need you to come with us," one said. I looked at Aiden one last time. "I'll prove what you're doing."

She puts the phone away and reaches across the table for my hand. "I want normal." "We'll get there." "I believe you." Later that night, after Sandra leaves, I return to my office to finish reviewing tomorrow's meetings. My laptop chimes. A new email. No sender name or subject. Only one sentence inside. WE KNOW YOUR NEXT SECRET. I read it twice, then a third time. For the first time in weeks, I don't think this is about ruining my reputation anymore. I think someone is preparing for something much worse.

"Come on, girl, we promise this won’t end with you being thrown in a pool of naked men or anything." "Fine," Catherine said, shaking her head. She decided that maybe she could trust them because she bobbed and dutifully allowed Chelsea to secure the blindfold, which she tied extra tight as vengeance for her keeping her secret. That's a little bit tight," Catherine grumbled under her breath. "I know because you dare to keep a secret about falling in love without us knowing." "Jesus, I thought we were over that."

“Sleep now. Tomorrow is another day. And tomorrow, the game continues.” Christiana lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep would not come easily tonight. She knew that when it came, it would be restless and filled with shadows. Because the game had begun. And in the corridors of the convent, shadows were no longer just shadows. They were whispers. They were secrets waiting to be exposed. And Christiana, for the first time, truly understood the price of silence. The night stretched on, heavy and oppressive. Outside, the wind whispered through the ancient stone walls, carrying secrets that were not meant to be heard.

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

“I’ll wake you the same way tomorrow morning.” Selly didn’t answer. Her eyes drifted shut, tears still slipping silently into the pillow. Deep inside, one thought circled endlessly: I have to end this. But her body, still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, knew that tomorrow morning she would surrender all over again. The night slipped away. And the secret sank deeper into the walls of the Harrington house.

She says and ends the call. I look in the mirror, take a deep breath, and arrange my hair. "I can do this." I chant three times. I will be taking this secret to the grave with me, keep things strictly professional, and forget about last night. I mean, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, no? As long as I keep my panties on, there will be no problem. Or so I thought...