Novel & Cerita Secret Arangments

“I asked about her and you!” Kaluna’s index finger pointed clearly at Rara who stood not far from him and Dewa. “Answer!” snapped Kaluna when Dewa remained stunned. “Today we’re supposed to be celebrating one year of our relationship, but you’re... celebrating by cheating on my friend?” To Kaluna’s astonishment, neither Dewa nor Rara denied her accusation at all. Did that mean the two of them had really been in a secret relationship behind her back? “You better be honest, Dewa.” Rara ventured to speak up.

Her presence commanded attention, her loyalty unwavering. "Yes, Angelica. I have an important issue to discuss with you," I replied, my voice firm and composed. This conversation would delve into sensitive matters, and discretion was paramount. "It should be our secret," I added, emphasizing the need for confidentiality. The world we operated in thrived on secrecy and concealed alliances. "Yes, sir," Angelica responded, her tone a blend of respect and understanding. She was well-versed in the art of discretion, an essential quality for someone in her position.

"Yes, Ran. So now, the marriage status between Arianna and me is normal, like any regular married couple. There are no more binding agreements or contract terms or separation deadlines like we made and agreed upon before." Randy nodded in understanding. He began to outline the key points in this issue. "Okay. It means one problem is clear, essentially, you are no longer a contract couple but a normal couple like everyone else. Now, try to remember, who else knows about this secret?" After a few seconds, Samuel seemed to be thinking, and shortly after, he gave an answer. "Only me, Axton, Arianna, and the notary." "Chacha also knows," Arianna interjected, diverting the attention of Randy and S

Leo staggered back at Rachel’s strong response and fierce defence for his company ! No one had done that in years ! However, before she went out of the door, Rachel said over her shoulder, only meant for Leo’s ears. “I wish you luck for our cooperation, Mr. Emerson,” she professionally said, making the lover in Leo flinch at her cold tone. “I hope that we will not mix business with personal affairs especially when it comes to secret fiancées and marriages. Oliver and my team are at your disposal if you want to communicate anything with us,” she added and closed all channels of communication with him.

The meeting point felt exposed, every gust carrying the scent of salt and suspicion that made Elara’s skin prickle with unease. Sienna’s eyes darted nervously as she handed over the documents, her usual composure cracking at the edges. The papers detailed hidden transactions and coded messages that painted a clearer picture of the empire’s rotten core. Jax scanned them with sharp focus, his body language screaming distrust as he positioned himself between Elara and her aunt. The overlook suddenly felt like the edge of a precipice, one wrong step away from everything tumbling into the abyss below.

The seconds crawled by, stretching the tension taut until it felt like a violin string about to snap. Finally, the familiar, low knock came at the door. Alaric had arrived for his daily briefing. I quickly hid the photograph beneath a throw pillow. I placed the official, fake notes on top of the ledger. And then, with a shaking hand, I tucked the small slip of coded paper deep inside the binding of the ledger, ensuring it would be invisible to a cursory glance but obvious when Alaric picked up the heavy volume. The door opened. Alaric, stoic and expressionless, walked in and retrieved the ledger. He nodded silently, his eyes sweeping the room, confirming my "defeated" posture.

The room was large, decorated with polished wood panels and quiet luxury that suggested power without needing to display it. Behind him, the city skyline stretched through the tall windows. But his attention wasn’t on the view. It was on the file sitting on his desk. The file that should never have been reopened. ⸻ A man stood near the door, waiting. One of his security advisors. “Repeat what you told me,” the Senator said. The man nodded. “Our contact inside the archive department confirmed that Rafael Aragon accessed the sealed cluster again last night.” “And the trap?” “He set it deliberately.”

When I saw Garrett's name and photo on the screen, I could not help but feel a wave of panic wash over me. In my nervousness, my body clenched for a moment, which made Leonard gasp despite himself. "You're very tense, Ms. Clarke." Leonard looked at me with a half-smile, but I was terrified. After all, my husband was video calling me while I had another man inside me. I could not let Garrett find out. I tried to grab the phone from Leonard's hand, but he seemed to read my mind and pressed the answer button just before I could reach it.

(Sharon) “[…I know..but, still..this can’t be helped..it was for our own good…Let’s be honest, you all can see that this will happened if we don’t take precautions right now…Virtue Financial Secret is too big…and also that secrets if important for us as it was our main source of income…I agree that this is needed..I will implant the codes today…and I ushered you all to do the same…Mies, Mi amor…bye…Catherine, Sharon…bye~..]”. (Helena Mendoza)

My father’s handwriting scrawled across the pages, detailing deals, alliances, and… secrets. One entry caught my eye: “Victoria and Marcus think they’ve hidden their tracks, but I know the truth. If anything happens to me, Elena must know. She deserves to know.” My breath hitched as I read further, uncovering details of a hidden partnership between Marcus and a shadowy figure—someone outside the family but with deep ties to its operations. The journal hinted at fraud, blackmail, and even violence. Adrian leaned over my shoulder, his expression darkening as he read. “This changes everything,” he said.