Secret Arangments Novels & Stories

Gianni's POV The sound of my best friend Luna's favorite TV show was playing while I was arranging my things for work when my younger sister Arabella entered the living room with a familiar envelope in her hands. What was Arabella doing with that? I moved past Luna and I rushed to grab the envelope from her hands. "Student loan, unpaid hospital bills, what the fuck are all these?" Arabella questioned as she pointed at the envelope. I entered my room to keep the envelope in one of my drawers and locked it, "Gianni I'm talking to you!"

she questioned, her brow furrowing as she searched for answers. A sudden realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the truth hidden beneath layers of deceit. Her eyes widened with shock, pupils dilating as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. The flush of embarrassment crept up her cheeks, painting her face with a rosy hue as the gravity of Anderson's actions sank in. With a hushed breath, Cassie uttered her revelation, her voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with incredulity. "So Anderson was secretly meeting with Sarah at the hotel," she murmured, the words hanging in the air like a heavy veil of betrayal.

the secretary hesitated “Meaning?” Cole asked “It traces back to someone with executive clearance.” the secretary said, meeting Cole’s gaze, “What are their names?” he demanded “There are only a few people with that level of access," he said, taking a deep breath “I want to hear them," he demanded further "Miss Ana was one of them," he said, his voice cracking. Cole fell silent; for a moment he went still before asking, “Are you certain?” he asked the secretary “Yes, sir," the secretary replied. “There are no assumptions.”

“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.

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.

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.

When they arrived at the front of the room, Arnold was surprised to see Erica's secretary standing by the door. "I asked her to come," Erica explained before Arnold could ask. "Where's the letter?" "Here, ma'am!" The secretary handed over a document in a folder. "Okay, you may leave!" Erica ordered the secretary. Arnold, who didn't understand, followed Erica into the VVIP room. "What letter is that?" Arnold spoke rather firmly. "Here, read it!" Erica handed the blue folder to Arnold. Arnold quickly opened the folder and read its contents. "A prenuptial agreement?"

Lucian leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the desk, his presence looming over the paper like a shadow. "Rule Number One," Lucian stated, his gravelly voice pacing out every word with absolute authority. "Absolute secrecy. The true nature of this agreement—the three million dollars, the paid medical bills, the financial transaction—remains buried between you, me, and Julian. If you reveal the contractual nature of our marriage to anyone, including your sister, your father, or the press, the agreement is immediately voided." "I already agreed to that," I murmured, staring at the bold black ink on the first page.

"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

"Okay, let's do it." The next couple of hours, he had been active as a bee; he had summoned up Angie, Johnson, and Hawk all within that hour. They then huddled in James living room, which he turned into one sprawling, great open office by shifting about some few tables and a few chairs with the contents of the files in the USB sprawled. That was staggering-secret operations going back for decades, hidden bank accounts with billions, manipulation of the highest levels of governments throughout the world. "This is. this is nuts," Angie muttered flipping documents. "If we release this to the public then all hell will break loose."