Secret Arrangment Novels & Stories

“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.”

My skin felt cold where he wasn’t touching me anymore. He smoothed his tie. He looked perfectly calm. Like nothing happened. “You start tomorrow. Nine AM. My private office. The one behind the bookcase.” I just stared. My lips felt swollen. My body was throbbing. “And Maya?” He looked right at me. His eyes were dark. Serious. “You don’t tell Chloe. Anyone. This is our secret. Our… special arrangement. You tell anyone, and the deal is off. Do you understand that, too?”

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.”

He set the letter down again. "A unilateral arrangement in secret with the territory that has been running operatives through our elder council?” "Because the official processes are too slow," I said. "What is coming through those mountain passes is not going to wait for council approval and diplomatic protocol" "Garrett," Rowan said. He raised his voice to carry through the chamber door. The door opened immediately. Garrett stood in the frame,"Take her to the east chamber," Rowan said. "Keep two

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?"

Good. The machinery of their existence, having temporarily ground down to accommodate the meeting with Simmons, now revved back up to a faster, frantic rhythm. The next forty-eight hours were a blur of secret meetings with a subtle, horribly expensive lawyer who specialized in "discreet unions for persons of distinction." Arrangements were drawn up, documents penned, security protocols spelled out for a ritual which would be at once an act of history and an armed-forced act. Meanwhile, Davidson felt an odd sense of detachment. He was looking on at himself as if from the outside, a hero in a novel whose tale had become more complex than the wildest fantasies.

"You knew?" "Not the details. But the general shape of it?" She nodded slowly. "It is not exactly a secret among people who pay attention. Lila wanted Cassian. She made her interest known before any of this arrangement started but your father refused to put her forward." Darcy paused. "Alpha Bonn directed it toward you instead." I stared at her. "And nobody told me this." "Would it have changed anything?" Probably not but that was not the point.

“Maybe it’s just someone trying to joke with me, but who and at such a time?” “Wait a minute, Scarr,” Vera quickly chipped in. “You don't think it's about…” At that moment, a nurse emerged through the door. “You can see him now,” she said. We all quickly stood up to leave for Ethan's room. As we entered the room, Ethan's gaze fixed on mine and then shifted to his mom. “Mom,” he said quietly, his voice faint. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Vera was suggesting, it couldn’t be. No one besides Vera, Dad, Grandma and I knew about that secret, and it was supposed to remain that way, so that text had to be a harmless joke, right?

I asked, my voice coming out softer than I intended. “An NDA,” he replied. “You can’t discuss anything that happens during our arrangement—or the arrangement itself—with anyone.” My heart skipped a beat. He was serious. “It’s completely unnecessary,” I murmured, more to myself than to him. “What?” His sharp tone made me jump. I fumbled for words. “I mean, I wouldn’t tell anyone anyway. I resisted telling Rosy about—our arrangement,” “Rosy?” He repeated, his voice hinted his curiosity.

I understand how he and Xavier are so close. “So you and Xavier. How did that happen?” he asks, genuinely interested. “Well, our parents agreed on an arranged marriage. We are both two powerful mafias and they wanted to unite us to make us even more powerful. The money would be better for the both of us too. I’m guessing Xavier didn’t tell you guys?” I say. “He doesn’t really share his private life with us. He’s a good friend though.” He says, keeping his eyes on the road.