Secret Arangments Novels & Stories

I gasped as I scanned the tree lines for anything. A howl ripped through the night as I ran inside and grabbed Adaline. I laid her in the safe room in the office room that my parents installed when I was a young pup and not able to fight. I laid her down and locked her in. Only her and I knew the code. I ran back outside only in time to see our border patrol and royal guard in wolf form running to where we were. "Rogues." Jackson spit out, "Go ahead with Adaline. I can't lose you again."

“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.

Meanwhile, the documents revealed even more shocking truths. Offshore accounts linked to secret allies… hidden enemies within allied families… and coded contracts for weapons deals and alliances that Valentino had never authorized. Aria scanned the papers in disbelief. “Someone could destroy everything with this information…” Valentino’s eyes narrowed. “Exactly. Which is why we need to act fast.” He picked up a folder with Adrian’s emblem faintly printed in the corner. “This one,” Valentino said. Luca leaned over. “What is it?” Valentino flipped it open, revealing schematics for several estates, warehouses, and strategic locations.

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.

That situation would be a secret and secrets in the business world were worth millions. Mr. Bailey should be in a tight spot. But Why? How? He was such a self-assured man. That kind of issue should not be a problem for him. "How are feeling about it all?" Brianna sounded worried. "I don't know, Bri… I thought it only happened in movies, you know?" "I'm sorry." After long seconds in silence, Brianna asked cautiously: "Did you know his ex-fiancée is back in town?" Chloe raised her head and faced her friend.

His eyes locked on me immediately, and he asked, "What's so funny?" Josh shrugged. "Amanda's back. We're betting on when you'll ditch your girlfriend to get back with her." Luke clutched his jaw. "I told you guys not to mention her." The room fell silent. Someone quickly changed the subject to ease the tension. Luke slid into the seat beside me. Under the table, his fingers found mine, squeezing gently. He leaned in and whispered, "She is history. You're the one I'm with now." Just then, the door swung open.

He quickly disconnects the wires when he fails to use the device to turn it off. "You are not a serious man Mr. Spencer. You called us here to make a joke of us or something? We work with time, we came here to strike a deal and sign a contract, not to watch a sex tape" I get up from my seat and pick my handbag "Unfortuantely, the contract is revoked. We can't sign with you" "But that is not possible. You should give me another chance" The others get up from their seats as well, picking their files and walking out.

“I just try to stay steady for you, because I know what happens to both of us if neither of us does.” She leaned into me then, and I held her there in the study, the ledger page still glowing faintly on the screen behind us, twenty-two years of buried arrangement staring back at us with no explanation attached yet, only the shape of one more secret waiting to be understood. “We should call Marcus,” she said eventually, though she didn’t move. “In a minute,” I said. “Let’s just have the minute first.”

And that alone answered his question. “Mom.” “What?” “You’re hiding something.” “I am not.” “Whenever you say that, you usually are.” That made her smile because she knew he was right. Elena folded her hands in her lap. “The people I told you about. Evelyn Sinclair and her daughter, Serena. We arranged a dinner already.” Callum stared at her for a moment. “You planned this without asking me?” “I knew you would say no.” “That should have been your first sign not to do it.”

That was enough for Seungcheol to make him stay on guard. "Yes," Seungcheol answered. "She is my minute." No one would understand it, unless Seungcheol added that they need to remove letters "U" and "T" to get the message. Nevertheless, he had no intention of sharing the secret behind his weird introduction. "A minute?" Vernon repeated. "Miss Celine is a minute?" Alas, Celine lifted her head by the time she heard her name. She looked at Vernon, before a sweet beam spread on her peach lips.