Secret Affair 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.

"Yes. My mission is to discover valuable intel on Jessey Beckham and Devon Dimetry." "But there's no way of finding anything out! I've tried! Their security is too strong." She says. The other woman was right of course. The security details of both men were extremely tight and the businessmen guarded their secrets with extreme jealousy. It couldn't be helped really. They had secrets worth billions of dollars. Some people would kill for one of their secrets. And from the looks of it, the broker was one of those people. "What if I tell you I have a plan to acquire this Intel and successfully escape?."

I asked him and he nodded. “Come here.” He hugged me tight. “I'm sorry for the discomfort.” He said as he let go of me. “Who was that?” I asked him. “My childhood friend, he was once my secretary till he finally opened his company, it is still growing but making progress.” He explained to me and I nodded. “He knows you as my secretary and seeing you here with my clothes on early this morning might make him think something else. And for now we want it private.” He explained and I smiled.

Modesty asked confusedly as she went back to lying on the sofa. "Ayieh! I am dying to meet your possessive and jealous stepbrother my dear friend! I can smell something fishy between you and that owner of that bullshit blazer, huh?!" Serenity said. "Hep, hep, stop that malicious thought about Felicity and her stepbrother," Honesty said, already carrying the visual aids he had made. "Hon, do you have class? Let's go together, c'mon!" she pulled Honesty out to avoid her annoying friends.

He swallowed, suddenly too aware of the unrelieved hardness pressing against the seam of his pants. “You’re late.” Aiden’s voice was cool, composed, but not surprised. Julian smirked weakly, aiming for nonchalance. “Traffic,” he lied, dropping into the seat opposite the desk. Aiden’s eyes flicked up, sharp as glass. For the briefest second, barely a flicker, they dipped lower, to Julian’s lap. Julian caught it. His stomach twisted, blood surging south. Aiden stiffened almost imperceptibly, then looked back at his notes as if nothing had happened.

"News from the secretary's office has been circulating. The past few days, the chief secretary took leave because the parents of both sides were meeting, preparing for the wedding." "But didn't we hear that they had no relationship? Why are they suddenly getting married?" "It's probably because Secretary Desmond seduced Assistant CEO Bukk and forced him into marriage, right?" Rapunzel spoke with jealousy. "Assistant CEO Bukk is not someone just anyone can seduce." Someone glanced over at that chief secretary with an amused tone. "Who are you talking about?" The other girl couldn't help but speak up. "The one who's scheming in secret." "Are you all done? We're still in the company, you know."

Lorenzo took a sneak inside. Kira tried to pick the lock, she was terrible at it but eventually, it was a success. We crept in as the door opened, just in time to hear Lorenzo murmuring to himself, drawers opening, and papers shuffled. We took a quick look around the bend. Even Nico was unaware that Camille had a separate storage room. It looked like A secret nest. Awards. Love letters. Images. Files. " My God! She has a whole shrine to herself." Lorenzo opened an old chest and revealed a fake bottom.

Cameras flashing. “Mr. Voss! Mr. Voss, is it true you cheated on your wife?” “Who is the mistress? Is the child yours?” “Why have a secret marriage?” “Did Mrs. Voss leave you because of the affair?” “Is this why Sinclair Global is withdrawing?” “Back off!” my security chief barked, forcing a path through the mob. I kept my head down, jaw locked. Every flash of a camera was a knife. For a second, one question pierced through the noise:

“He ran away. And he didn’t run empty-handed. He ran away with serious mafia secrets. The kind that could bring entire empires crumbling down. The kind that would make the most powerful men sweat.” The air leaves my lungs in a sharp gasp. Secrets. Serious mafia secrets. This isn’t just about a dangerous man; this is about a volatile, explosive past, a hidden history that could ignite at any second. My mind flashes to the current head of the Ash mafia, Aaron. Aaron, who is currently dating Mia. Mia who just found out about Liam’s existence. Things are about to get messy.

I murmur, "just how long before that leash snaps." The secretary doesn't sit. He never does. He stands at the corner of my desk, sharp suit, sharper tongue, and just the faintest hesitation this time. That catches my attention more than anything. "But," he begins, adjusting his cufflinks, "since a few days... things seem to be spiraling. Out of hand, even." I narrow my eyes, swirling the last of my whiskey. "Speak plainly." He breathes in, then says flatly, "Caisen Valentine's secret penthouse was burned down."