Secret Affair Korean Drama Novels & Stories

SUMMARY I have a secret. I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ve never told her. Sharing feelings is right up there with all-time terrible things. Instead of saying it, I show her how I feel every day. I watch Big Brother with her. We have scary movie night. I hold her hair when she’s puking. That’s love in my books. Only…she’s not been the same recently, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hope she knows I'd do anything for her.

"There is no woman involved; it's just me realizing that everything you've done for me has fallen far short of my expectations of you; I love you, but love can be changed when trust is ripped apart." "Declan," Phoebe begins. "Yeah? So what are you doing in my office now is just you, as if you're my employee and not my girlfriend." "I don't believe you; I know it was me up until now, so don't round my brain—" "Are you sure you're still in here?" Declan asked, pointing to his left side of the chest. "Woman, you're mistaken—" "I know it's your scheming secretary's fault for luring you in with her charm, but are you sure she wasn't hiding something from you?"

My being married to Ignacio had to remain a secret to both Cullen and Drew. I was a Secret Wife.

And that was way back before I secretly married Zanaya. When we decided to end our dating game, she started dating my senior but of course, only a few people knew about it. The thing is, dispatch caught her on a date once and she begged on her knees for me to help her. Apparently, the son of a bitch of my senior decided to drop her like a tomato, afraid that he'll be on it for a huge scandal, especially since Seulgi is an idol and she's five years younger than him. You know how fans are when it comes to their idols, right?

I had to make him my closet friend ,even though I know that the difference between us both was so much. Even when I tested him with some hard and difficult secrets years back ,he proved to me that my secrets we're safe with him and I could tell him anything I wanted. My phone rang that morning , as I was in the bathroom running some water through my skull which was burning from the severe headache I had all through the night, trying to run some business with my laptop which concerned the palace. This call must be important ,I said to my self. James was the only one who knew where I was and if he placed a call to me,then something important might had really come up.

And for someone like me, a man leading a double life, if something is too good and then it’s the worst thing waiting to happen. Proving me right I received an email directly from the source. The little nerdy girl wasn’t as nerdy, boring and submissive as she pretended to be. There’s a wide world of fantasies she’s hiding inside that head of hers which includes, in her words, ‘her sexy-arsehole-overbearing-know-it-all-Boss’. And that’s me. But this isn’t it. I have only uncovered half of what she’s hiding. There’s more lot to my little secretive secretary. And our worlds might not be as different as she thought. Because she came running right through the door she wanted to exit.

It was here that she sought to gather vital information about her mission. Her name was Jeong Hyeo-ri, known as Park So-hee, an undercover agent with exceptional martial arts skills, working in the Private Investigative Unit in Yongsan-gu, Seoul, South Korea. To the outside world, she appeared strong and resilient, but deep within, she carried the weight of a shattered soul.

Lee then bowed to her. After that, he put a long brown envelope on Mrs. Lee’s desk and looked at her seriously. “Madam Lee, here is the evidence and the information of the woman he is dating.” The secret agent bowed right after he said that. Mrs. Lee grabbed it and looked at him. “Okay, you may go now.” Mrs. Lee instructed and he left her office room.

Clothing, I think, can redefine the way we perceive age and authority. “A new secretary?” Mr. Ahn asked Baekhoon, his eyes flicking back to me. The assumption carries a note of casual dismissal. Yes, a secretary. A very personal one. “No,” Baekhoon replied with a calm authority that leaves no room for doubt. His tone is proud, edged with quiet possession. “She is my partner — and my wife.” For a moment, Ahn Minseok freezes, his expression shifting as though he has misspoken. “Oh, is that so?” he said awkwardly. “I thought the woman beside you was single. I was just about to make a move on her. Hahaha.”