Secret Arangments Novels & Stories

Even though she was curious. "Thank you for agreeing to this meeting, Mr. Eros," Amara began. "Am I to assume that you have looked over the terms?" Gabriel asked. His usual laid back demeanor in place. "I have, but I have a few conditions of my own. The first being I need to know is what Leslie and I are walking into. It was not outlined the true reason for all the secrecy. I need to know what that reason is. If it is something like you are a mafia boss or drug runner, I cannot allow me and my employee to be associated with that type of business," Amara said plainly.

Lily turned and walked out. I watched her leave, then pulled out my phone. I opened a secure line and made a call. "Phoenix? This is Aurora Arkin." It was the first time I had ever spoken my true last name inside Thorne Industries. "Yes. I need to consult you on a unilateral breach of secret investment contracts. Evidence? I have it all. Every contract, every wire transfer." I hung up and opened a hidden wall safe in my office. Inside were all the investment contracts signed under the "Arkin Trust."

“No more hidden decisions. No more threats being kept from each other. If something happens, we all know immediately. I won’t make decisions behind your back.” “That’s what I want,” I replied. “I don’t need you to promise that nothing will happen. I need you to promise that you won’t leave me in the dark when it does.” “I promise,” Erin said, his voice quieter now. Brandon cleared his throat, bringing our attention back to the laptop. “There’s another problem,” he said. “The clearance code used to open George’s hidden section doesn’t belong to Ralph or Bruce. I checked both names against the access records, and neither of them matches the category.”

I gave him a lethal, lingering side-eye before turning my focus back to the sheet of lined notebook paper resting on my lap. I pressed the pen down and wrote in big, bold letters. Rule Number 5: Our Living Arrangement Remains A Secret. Zephyr stared down at the crisp ink, his brow furrowing in genuine, deep-seated confusion. "Why does it have to be a secret?" I dropped the pen onto the coffee table with a clatter, folded my arms tightly over my chest, and stared at him like he was unequivocally the single dumbest human being to ever walk the surface of the planet.

Karen met his eyes, the weight of their secret betrayal pressing between them, stirring a sense of danger and forbidden intimacy that the audience should feel. “I only have one chance, Rahul,” Karen whispered, her hands gripping the secure portfolio. “Lara secured the schematics from Roberts. I need to know the final sequence. The Trojan horse is primed, but I need your intimate knowledge of Rachna’s security protocols to execute the final, crippling move.” Rahul stepped closer, his body blocking the doorway, his silhouette a magnificent shield against the hidden surveillance. The proximity was immediate, intense, and deeply familiar. He lowered his head, his lips brushing her ear.

The sudden sound nearly made her jump. ---------------------------------------- At that exact moment, hundreds of miles away, Arsen Vale abruptly stopped speaking. A boardroom full of executives fell silent. Arsen's eyes dropped toward his phone. A security alert. The notification appeared on his screen. AUTHORIZED OFFICE ENTRY. SECRET ACCESS ACTIVATED. SUBLEVEL DOOR OPEN. For the first time in the meeting, Arsen's expression changed. Completely. Every executive immediately noticed. David, seated nearby, noticed too. Because he had never seen that particular look before.

“Then get ready. I’m not easy to handle.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement, like someone savoring victory. Feeling proud of herself, huh? Alaric raised an eyebrow. “Bring it on.” “Then you have to listen to me.” Lena grabbed one of his hands, gently pressing his palm. “For now, we keep our relationship a secret—no one at the company, no one in your family. Just us.” Alaric stared at her, not arguing, his voice low and steady. “Until when?”

To look after his pride, I hadn't told him I possessed a manor of several thousand square meters in Narshe, complete with a full staff and bodyguards. I left the manor uninhabited to squeeze into this tiny house with him, living with his parents day in and day out. Originally, I had planned to reveal my identity to him after the wedding. Looking at it now, though, there was no need. With a single phone call, several black business vans pulled up outside the door in less than twenty minutes. My assistant, James, brought my men inside, and they methodically organized my belongings. Clothes, jewelry, documents… each item was packed into boxes.

When he left, the silence between us felt sharp. “I’m not going to beg,” I said. “Good. Begging is boring.” Diana leaned forward slightly. “Here’s what’s going to happen. For now, I stay quiet. In return, you don’t disappear. You don’t run to Xavier and hide. You keep living your life like nothing is wrong. And when I contact you again, you answer.” “That’s it?” “For now.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “But understand this, Aria. I own this secret as much as you do now. One wrong move, one sudden change, and Nathan finds out everything. Clear?”

Vivian My secretary knocked twice before she came in. I didn't look up at first. "We've completed the leak," she said. I kept my eyes on the window. The city block below was in its usual afternoon crawl, cars inching, people small as ants. "The specifics? All of it?" I asked. "As you requested. The marriage arrangement, the clauses tied to the Lancaster financial situation, the timeline. It's out." I finally smiled. I could feel it spreading slowly across my face.