Secret Arangments Novels & Stories

She picked up her scarf and walked out of the house. She decided she would just hide in the car and scare him. It will be fun... With that intention, she walked to the elevator, knowing it would take a few minutes for him to reach downstairs to the parking lot. Aarvi opened his car with the help of an extra key and hid in the back seat. Soon Anshuman reached his car and opened the door of it. He did not notice Aarvi’s presence there. Aarvi was about to scare him when his phone went off as he picked up the call.

Anna shakes her head. “I decided against having lawyers,” Anna tells him. Henry raises an eyebrow. “We want this contract marriage to be as discreet as possible and even though lawyers are bound to secrecy, it’s not like information from law firms has not leaked before. And this thing that we’re doing is something that would spark a lot of controversy and the media would probably have a field day. I’m guessing that your family name is something that you would want to protect?” Anna says. Henry looks at her. “Look you’ve taken me here, set me up in a decent hotel, and done good by me thus far. I may think that you’re rude and conceited at time but I’m trusting that you’re a man of your word a

“Don’t tell me we are really still on this, Ashley.” “But of course we are. And don’t worry, this time I am not speaking without anything to back me up because I know better than to do so at this point in my life,” I responded, handing over a couple of papers for them to go through. “As you can see from the signed agreement, which is dated to approximately six years ago, the leaked secrets weren’t given to just one person as we all thought. In fact, they were shared among a good number of wolves who were obviously desperate to claim the throne for themselves.” I noticed both Lucas and Simon turning to face each other, but I didn’t make sense of what they were thinking.

“Patience, Liam. You see, secrets are currency. And I hold one that could ruin her, and by extension, ruin you. Unless, of course, you agree to my terms.” “What terms?” Liam demanded. “You step down. Withdraw from every deal, every bid, every move against me. Leave the empire to me. In return, Amara’s precious reputation stays intact. No scandals. No headlines. Just silence.” The room crackled with tension. Liam’s breathing was heavy, his rage barely restrained. Amara, however, felt a different kind of storm inside her. A secret? Something she didn’t even know? Or was Darren fabricating everything to twist the knife?

He pulled it out, the screen still glowing with the lingering ghost of the video call that had just dismantled his understanding of the Vance-Vanderwall legacy. "Julian, look at the telemetry," Elena’s voice came through the SUV’s external speakers, which were still patched into the warehouse’s local area network. Her voice was devoid of its earlier panic, replaced by a hollow, ringing clarity. "The Arbiter isn't just resetting the headers. It’s authenticating. The merger documents aren't being 'leaked' to the dark web. They are being filed, digitally and irrevocably, with the Registrar General’s Department in Accra and the SEC in Washington simultaneously. It’s a synchronized strike. Arthur

“We’ve proven that change is possible. Now it’s time to ensure it’s sustainable.” --- The Unveiling of Secrets Later that day, as Ayesha organized files in the library, she stumbled upon an old, dusty journal tucked away behind the bookshelves. Curiosity piqued, she opened it and began to read. The journal belonged to Arman’s late father and detailed the struggles he had faced building the family business. But as Ayesha read further, she discovered cryptic entries hinting at long-buried secrets—deals made in desperation, alliances forged in the shadows.

But even as he said those words, his gaze drifted towards the far wall where a hidden cabinet that held sealed letters, ledgers, and tokens of his darkest dealings were buried, secretly kept. He walked over, fingers hovering above the lock. If the council was slipping. If Marah was cracking, then it was finally time to prepare for war. "No more whispers," Garrett muttered. "Next time I hear my name in secret, someone dies," he said, looking back to Elder Mark whose eyes were glued to the finely polished floor.

Like we were stealing time we might never get back. Later, wrapped in robes on the couch, I opened my laptop and started moving assets with cold efficiency. Shell companies. Hidden accounts. Emergency protocols I’d prepared years ago but never thought I’d actually use. I arranged a secure extraction team for Lila — the best money could buy, off the books, loyal only to me. Riven watched me the entire time without speaking. His silence carried more weight than any question could have. My phone buzzed again. This time it was my head of security with a single line that made my blood run cold.

"She’s been hiding in some suburban hole for a decade! She has no idea how the market has changed. Elara, you are out of touch. You are a ghost. You think you can just walk back in here after playing house and tell us how to run a global empire?” Elara opened the leather folder Arthur Sterling had given her. She pulled out a single sheet of paper and slid it across the polished wood table. "That is a record of your private communications with Aegis over the last six months, Marcus. It includes the offshore account details where your 'consulting f*e' was deposited. It also includes the resignation letters for every person in this room who signed off on that deal." The room went ice cold. Thre

“I’ve noticed. He kind of likes to annoy you.” “Oh, it’s his life mission.” Mrs. Fisher cleared her throat from the front. “Alright, who can tell me the first step?” Dead silence. I looked at my desk. Eye contact meant certain death and I wasn't prepared for that. Ella leaned closer, whispering, “I don’t get why letters get to hang out with numbers. It just feels wrong.” I smirked. “They call it algebra. I call it identity theft.” Her laugh escaped before she could stop it, and Mrs. Fisher’s gaze snapped to us. “Is something funny?”