Novel & Cerita Saintess Secret Night Spoiler Novel

She is secretly in love with me while I’m secretly in love with her, too. The rest of that evening is the best night of my life. That is, until the morning came, and I wake up alone in my bedroom. Katie is nowhere in sight and has snuck out of my bedroom. I rush to her place to see if I can talk to her before she leaves, but I’m too late. I even run to the airport, but once again, I’m too late.

This was bad. If I didn't shut this down before it got out of hand, she would go to James and ask him about this room. A room I was not supposed to know existed. "I need an answer Miles or you can explain yourself to James" There it was. Chloe's only flaw. She was a tattle tale. I pushed out a bit of my essence, enveloping the flash drive I'd found in black. "I will tell you later." A defiant look was my only reply. "Not happening. Tell me right now." She walked into the room and settled her butt on the desk.

Was Selena perhaps unknowingly prodding into her territory? "Stella, she is my secretary and she is heading to the servants' building." Asriel said as he brushed past her. She smiled innocently and held her chest in a mock apology. "Forgive me for my misunderstanding. It's just that I only wrongly assumed that because of the see through shirt and the short shorts. I–" "What is it to you?" Asriel asked Stella in a sharp tone. If Selena was not too busy feeling embarrassed about what she had run off to Asriel's office dressed in then she would have noticed the annoyance directed at her from Stella and the defensiveness from Asriel.

She was a prisoner of her own obsession, waiting for a moment that might never come. Back at the penthouse, the light in the bedroom finally went out. Lucas and Selene were fast asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. They were unaware of the marriage papers being signed in the Sterling Manor. They were unaware of the imaginary world Ophelia was building. The deal for the shares was done. The Maxims were waiting. But as the clock ticked toward midnight, the silence of the city felt like the breath before a scream. The perfect moment that Lord Sterling was waiting for was getting closer, and the secret of the new Director was still hidden in the dark.

My heart was racing, fluttering like I was about to live the moment I’d dreamed of for years. The night air was cool, brushing against my bare legs as I hurried to his private villa. I knew the passcode by heart I’d typed it in a hundred times before. But the moment the door clicked open… my entire world shattered. I froze. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Because right there, in the middle of the room tangled in white sheets and broken promises was Lucas. My Lucas. And beneath him was another she-wolf. Her moans filled the room, sharp, breathless, obscene. His hands gripped her hips the same way they’d once held me. Their bodies moved together, their rhythm violent and cr

"Relax, we're just pretending, remember?" He didn't reply, just watched me with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me, into the part of me that was starting to get lost in our performance. The cameras flashed, a strobe light of our perfect fairytale life. We were the "perfect couple," living a lie so grand it felt almost real. But behind the smiles and the designer clothes, we were two broken people with a secret that could destroy everything. Suddenly, a woman with a sleek blonde bob and a killer red dress approached. Her features were sharp and elegant, and I guessed she had some Western blood in her. She hugged Eavon tightly, her eyes sizing me up with an unnerving inten

I looked at her. “Really?” I asked. “Yeah!” Eudora was certain. “But Arlo was the one talking to the receptionist at the brothel and not Gideon. It was Arlo who slept me with and not Gideon. It is Arlo’s scandal that is all over the news, and not Gideon’s. It was Arlo who beat up men and ended up at the station and not Gideon…” I wanted to go on and on in anger and more tears. “Alright, alright, I get your point now,” Eudora surrendered.

She sneered, a victorious glint in her eyes. Cecil blinked. She really didn't like that tone. "What do you mean?" Lena's expression became serious again. "Flip the pages Cecil." Cecil squinted her eyes a bit before letting her eyes reluctantly fall to the file again. She flipped the pages, her eyes scanning the through thoroughly for what Lena was possibly talking about. Then she stopped on one page, her eyes rereading the name boldly written as the next heiress. "Lina Sloan"

They ran with their heavy powerful limbs, hauled themselves on the man, and devoured him in seconds, snapping his bones and gnarling on his flesh with their strong teeth and meaty jaws. As he struggled for his life, I pictured any man coming for Elara doing the same. She started a dirty game, which would be her grave mistake because I would see to the end of it. ‘SHE IS MY PROPERTY!’ “28B, Oakland Street.” I effortlessly quoted. “Get her.” He beamed and tapped on the sensor of his ear pod. “Lady B’s undercover.” He spilled to his team. “28B, Oakland...” “Elara Saint Clair.” My brash tone cut him off.

Her aunt wasn’t just resting there; she was a target. Leila still couldn't believe it. The plot was nuttier than anyone had imagined—a centuries-old cult, secret society, AI virus, all the usual suspects when you’re trying to topple European governments in one night. Right? Unless Leila, Tom, Linda, and other seemingly normal people had collective hallucinations. And poor beautiful Christina? She was in the middle of it, naturally. With her tangled connections and old-world knowledge, and that old romantic story the Weinrichs still cant get enough of. The hospital didn’t feel safe anymore. Nothing did.