Secret Affair Pocket Fm Novels & Stories

Back in the States, the scent of the new Secret Magazine was everywhere—literally. It wasn't just on the racks; it was the only thing the pack was howling about. I could catch snatches of conversation in every coffee shop and subway station: “Did you see the new Secret? That cover... it’s haunting.” “I was going to grab the latest Fine Figures, but I couldn't take my eyes off this one.” “Wait, Secret? That rag hasn't had a relevant scent in years. They wouldn't know high fashion if it bit them.”

"Just tell him it's Gia Winston, his sister-in-law," she said more like bragging. The secretary stared at her as if she said the wrong word. Of course, it sounds strange and weird to his secretary, she doesn't remember Amber having a sister. Yeah, she has been working for him for a while now. Even if it hasn't been a while, Maverick is a popular businessman, if you don't want to know about his story the reporters will write it.

“I only attack just few points on your body; hence you will be immobilized for a few seconds; at least that will give me some chances to get all that I needed. After finishing with her words, Alexis found the Diary, and she picks it up, it was not what she expects, because she expects a handwriting dairy, but what she have in her hand right now was an electronic Diary, opened to just one password. She looks at the secretary in the eyes, and she saw her smiling triumphantly. “You are gonna tell me what I needed, and you will do that willingly.” Alexis said while smiling mischievously. For a second, the secretary sense that Alexis smile was not the smile of someone under pressure, rather, it i

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

Vince asks as Lester gives him a cheeky grin. “Something my assistant is going to help me with” Lester smiles. “This is top secret; you can’t even tell Tiffany what we are about to do” he adds, opening the envelope and pulling out the piece of paper inside to reveal its contents. Vince’s eyes grow wide when he reads what was on the paper. “What do you need me to do?” he asks, smiling he gets to help Lester with revealing the sex of the baby.

The hangar looked abandoned rusted sheet metal, cracked asphalt, and a half-broken fence flapping in the wind like a warning flag. But I knew better. If Raffaele was hiding something, it wouldn’t be in some penthouse or crowded club. It will be here, in the quiet, where secrets could breathe. I parked a block away and approached on foot, boots crunching lightly against the gravel. My hand stayed on my holster. Every instinct in me was on fire.

Leila tensed, waiting for the right moment. He ducked into the room adjacent to Linda’s, rummaging through his coat pocket. She didn’t have much time. Leila moved fast, slipping into the room behind him. She caught the faint scent of cheap vape and fear. His back was turned to her, and she moved like a shadow, her fingers ghosting over the jacket slung over the chair. There it was. A card, shiny and black, tucked neatly in an inside pocket. She slipped it out, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it—the key to the Rulers’ secret meetings.

And most importantly—where he kept his secrets. I yanked open his desk drawers, rifling through files, ignoring the neat stacks of contracts and financial records. I wasn’t looking for business secrets. I was looking for me. The second drawer on the right was locked. Of course it was. I knelt, pulling a hairpin from my pocket. A few twists, a soft click— And it slid open. Inside were two things: A black folder, marked only with my initials. A burner phone. My pulse spiked. I grabbed the folder first, flipping it open.

he said to him self. After glancing at the door for over 5 minutes hus curiosity just couldn't let him rest. He slowly reached for the drawer pulling it open . It was so nearly arranged but something caught his attention. It was a very beautiful and expensive looking envelope. His heart began racing very fast he opened the envelope. There was a letter in it signed with the letter D and was handwritten. He recognized the handwriting to be Drake's. His heart pounded as he carefully pulled it out and opened it. I miss you. It's sad we couldn't live the life we wanted for ourselves. You'll forever be my sweet cute boy. I love you

The last thing I remembered hearing was, “we got her.” ** |Sean's POV| "She's in the mansion, tied on a chair, in the basement. Two guards are in front of her cell." Jake, one of my men informed. He was standing straight with his hands behind his back. "She killed someone. The sight was gruesome. The man had a dick in his mouth and his face was completed unrecognisable. I'm telling you, boss, this girl's mental." "And we found her outside the club." Travis, another one of my guys added with a nod. I glanced at him before rolling my eyes, "yeah ‘cause that's where I told you you'd find her, idiot."