Secret Class Manhea Novels & Stories

“You have the body of a Caelum Acmean. Can a herbal concoction with this level of energy really be of use to you?” “As I’ve said, this is a secret method.” James waved his hand dismissively. “If you’re not here for any urgent business, you can leave now. Knowledge of this secret method is only shared among members of the sect I belong to. We canʼt perform it in front of outsiders.” Although Leif appeared confounded, he did not press James for more answers. Then, he turned around and walked away. James shouted in his direction, “Donʼt sneak a glance!”

Her face felt hot as she covered her face with both hands and closed her eyes as she hid behind the man. “Alright,” Michael said with a sigh but he never lowered his gun, “Show yourself but turn around. You’re stupid enough to sneak up on me, but I didn’t know you were dumb enough to walk in on me and my secretary doing…important business.” he said with a straight face he felt Elena’s body shift a bit, and her heated body pressed a bit more on his back so he completely covered her.

Elena slowly took the envelope. Her fingers trembled as she broke the seal. Inside was a single sheet. Three lines. She read them aloud. Samuel is not the secret. The result is not the secret. The secret is who ordered the test. Elena stopped. At the bottom of the page was a name. Not Thomas. Not Pell. Not Rebecca. Not Miriam. Marcus Vale. Adrian stared at the name. “That can't be.” Michael's face had gone pale. Elena looked up.

"Yes. I've asked around. Melody was jealous of Lila's grades and deliberately applied for the scholarship as revenge." Joseph, who'd spent years handling classified missions, had an air of grim determination about him, especially during interrogations. He could make people tremble and confess with one glance. "So. How shall we handle this?" As he spoke, Vanessa and Melody froze instinctively, looking at Joseph with a bit of unease. "Who are you? Anna, is this your sugar daddy?" At the mention of this, Vanessa looked like she had uncovered a big secret. She smiled mockingly, immediately feeling smug.

I lied to her. It was the only explanation I could give her. She had no knowledge of the events from the previous week, particularly when the man was at the Hacienda. I slowly turned away from Elena as she regarded me with a meaningful gaze. Attempting to seem occupied, I pretended to fetch some water from the fridge. "Come on, Ana. You're not going to tell me the whole truth, are you?" Elena's statement almost made me choke on the water I was drinking. "Ana, you can't keep secrets from me anymore. I know Apollo has been in Cagayan De Oro for a while now. I'm sure that's the reason for your sudden return here," she asserted with seriousness. I nodded and turned to face her.

To look after his pride, I hadn't told him I possessed a manor of several thousand square meters in Narshe, complete with a full staff and bodyguards. I left the manor uninhabited to squeeze into this tiny house with him, living with his parents day in and day out. Originally, I had planned to reveal my identity to him after the wedding. Looking at it now, though, there was no need. With a single phone call, several black business vans pulled up outside the door in less than twenty minutes. My assistant, James, brought my men inside, and they methodically organized my belongings. Clothes, jewelry, documents… each item was packed into boxes.

“No, he doesn’t. And it will remain that way until he dies.” Anger slowly built up in my chest as time ticked away until I could no longer contain it. “How could you hide this away from them?” I cried, not caring about the way my voice kept trembling. “They are family. They deserve to know the truth!” “They will kill us if they ever find out what happened to Isabella, stupida troia!” he yelled back at me. “Besides, Don Salvatore is the most ruthless mafia don in the entire country, so I hope you can honor this agreement if you want you and your daughter to survive.”

I asked. “He realized what kind of man I was,” he said, and there was no apology in it, just a statement of fact. “He decided dying with his secrets was better than letting me keep you. He left the drive with me and said if you ever came looking, I should give you a choice he didn’t get to make.” He stepped closer. “You want to know what’s on the drive, Sienna,” he said, “It’s the last piece of his cipher. The part that unlocks the files he died to protect. The part that dealers and company owners have killed to get their hands on.”

Sean asked calmly. “This is the territory of the Southbank Club. You dare cause trouble here, aren’t you afraid that Brother Fernando will come looking for you?” the burly man threatened. “Fernando? I already said I wanted Fernando to meet me. None of this would have happened if you had called him earlier,” Sean said. “Good. You’re very brave,” the burly man snorted and took out his phone to call his boss, Fernando. At that moment, inside a secret room located on the second basement floor of the Club House, Fernando was smoking a cigar. In front of him stood a large man covered in blood. His face could barely be seen; only his muscular body was visible. Almost his entire shirt was soaked wit

“The hologram, the security features, everything checks out. This is a legitimate company ID.” He passed it to the person next to him and the card made its way through the crowd as person after person confirmed what he had said. Each examination was followed by wider eyes and dropped jaws. The gasps and murmurs grew louder with each passing second until the entire office was buzzing with shocked energy. I felt like the floor had disappeared beneath my feet. My vision swam slightly as I tried to reconcile the man standing in front of me, the man I’d slept with twice, the man I’d been training as a junior analyst, with the words CEO of Callahan Enterprises.