Secret Arrangment Novels & Stories

The pieces were starting to make sense, and yet none of it felt real. “I’ll do it,” she said finally. “But only on one condition.” He waited. “We keep it secret. No one can know. Ever.” Rex gave her a small, serious nod. “Deal.” They sealed it with a handshake—his warm hand wrapped around hers, firm and confident. As they pulled apart, something shifted. The air felt charged, the moment a little too still. Then, with a playful glint in his eye, Rex turned and started walking away.

I was glad that he couldn’t see me right now and see how much of a mess mere words were turning me into. “I have some of my friends coming up to the Velvelty room tonight for a top-secret meeting; their attendance shouldn’t be on record, and if anything, it should be recorded in a coded manner. Everything they ask for should be provided and you should attend to them yourself. I wanted the room free of anybody and you would be giving them four crates from the shipment you received. They would hand you three flash drives, and they would confirm it with their own tech guy. Make sure it is properly confirmed and they aren’t disturbed. Trust is vital in a business like ours and the ones of my fri

I say aloud. Not a rumor, it doesn’t look like a calculated leak. Not leverage floated to test reactions. He went through with it. I scroll, my pulse picking up as I read. Every article says the same thing with different phrasing. Closed courthouse ceremony, absolute secrecy, no witnesses beyond the inner circle. Analysts speculate about alliances and territory, about debts erased and conflicts avoided with a single signature. “This wasn’t impulsive, it was planned!!” I say to myself The gym door opens behind me.

Aria stared at him. "The prenuptial agreement," she said slowly. "Not a prenup." He looked back at the message. "They're calling it a private arrangement. Negotiated before the wedding. Between Margaret and Richard's family lawyers." He paused. "And Raymond." The street was busy and loud around them and neither of them heard any of it. "She authorised its release," Aria said. "Why would she do that now?" Alex looked at the message one more time.

"No social media, obviously. No being seen together publicly in any way that could be read as more than two students at the same university." I drank my coffee and said nothing. "When you get drafted," she said, "we deal with that then. Whatever that looks like. But until then this is—" she stopped and looked for the word. "An arrangement," I said. She looked at me. "I was going to say a private thing." "Same difference," I said. "It's not," she said sharply. "An arrangement sounds like a transaction. This is not a transaction." "Then what is it?" I said.

I thought about what that meeting had actually been about, the proposal that had been made to me, the particular leverage that existed now between myself and someone whose identity I had agreed, as a condition of the arrangement, never to reveal to anyone, including the very people I employed to handle everything else. It had felt, two nights ago, like the most useful alliance I had built since this entire collapse began. Tonight, with St. James apparently circling close enough to know the meeting itself had happened, it felt considerably more dangerous than useful. I poured a drink and did not finish it. This is the first time in weeks I had left a glass on my desk untouched, and thought, w

I muttered. The moment the door closed behind her, I grabbed a pillow from my bed and threw it at Damon. Hard. "How could you be so irresponsible?" I hissed. He caught the pillow easily, like this was some kind of game to him. "Why are you so hell-bent on keeping our relationship a secret? We're both adults. We're not doing anything wrong." "It's not a relationship," I shot back. "It's an arrangement. A temporary arrangement. And it's my decision to keep it secret. If you expose it, especially to Ella, I will never forgive you. Do you understand me?"

he paused, "I was worried you'd get hurt." "Don't think I'm naïve. I'd already planned my next move," I sighed. Sure enough, by 10 o'clock that night, the information I had been waiting for arrived: Calvin and Susie had checked into a hotel together. I dialed the police hotline. "My name is Angela. I'd like to file a report: my husband, Calvin, is engaging in improper conduct. He's at Chancellor Hotel, room 1108. You'll see for yourself." I knew this scandal would hit the city headlines before long. The Leeroy family would surely come for me.

"Even though you like all our photos, that doesn't mean you can just post them all over your social media." Brandon sighed resignedly as he touched his wife's shoulder. "So our relationship won't get discovered, right?" Belinda nodded innocently. "Well, as per our previous agreement, I want our marriage to be kept a secret." “How long are you going to keep it a secret?”