Novel & Cerita Secret Life Amy

Amy gladly accepted it, because Leah knew, financially, Jerome and Leah were much richer than Amy's husband, who turned out to be just a senior manager in the tax department. Leah jumped into Amy's car. "Where are we now?" asked Amy while driving her SUV. "Brooklyn," Leah replied curtly, her hands busy fiddling with her cell phone. Leah was right, her cellphone was hijacked to a spy app that connected directly to Jerome's cellphone. "We're not close friends, are we?" Leah snapped suddenly. Amy grimaced like someone who was caught lying, "Actually I want to be your close friend, but you are too exclusive and arrogant!" told Amy. Judging from her character, Amy seems to be an innocent and naiv

He follows his wife into the kitchen and I follow behind them. After dinner, I head for a long shower in my bathroom. The day was a success despite my small breakdown in Amy's apartment. Amy is such a strong woman. She helped me recover quickly. Where has she been all my life? I wish I had told her the entire truth but I had to spare out the ugly details of my parents being murdered. She would have freaked and asked me a lot of questions which I wouldn't be able to answer. Maybe someday, there won't be any more secrets between us. I will love Amy without the fear of Amy running away from me when she finds out that I am a werewolf. I hope that day comes soon.

Arla puzzled over the change but ultimately decided not to press the issue. After a brief exchange, Amy excused herself, leaving Arla to her meal. Unknown to Arla, Amy had concealed a plate of food beneath her dress as she exited the kitchen. She made her way down to the basement, her footsteps echoing in the dimly lit corridor. Upon reaching an hidden wall, Amy pressed a hidden latch, revealing a secret passage that led to a concealed room.

“Let me introduce you two. This is Amy. Amanda Charles. One of my acquaintance.” Amy threw a brief glance at him, then looked at the food. She barely ate anything all day, and the fragrance made her stomach growl. She focused on the food while Ryan introduced Jim to her. “And this is Jim Hamilton. My secretary, more likely my close friend,” he smiled. “Would you now explain why she intrude herself in our car or we should omit it?” Jim asked menacingly, his paranoia stayed with him. He could not possibly let her go slip if she came with any ulterior motive.

Sasha was a simple-minded woman. She wasn't as calculating and cunning as Amy. "It's good that you're fine. Ted will be overjoyed to hear about this. We have to celebrate." Amy sweated at her words. "Ms. Holt, you'd better watch your mouth. I've faked so many heart attacks in front of Ted after I returned home. If you tell him I've treated my illness abroad, he'll kill the both of us." Sasha quickly said, "You're right, Amy. This is a secret. We can't tell him."

A faint frown forms on my lips. “What is this…” I murmur under my breath. I slide a finger under the flap and tear it open. A single white sheet. I pull it out and unfold it. The moment my eyes land on the words, my entire body goes still. I KNOW YOUR SECRET AND THE TRUTH YOU ARE TRYING TO HIDE. AMARA ROOSEVELT. My breath catches. My fingers tremble so violently the paper almost slips from my grip. No. No… no, no…

The air smelled of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine. “Your mom,” I said quietly. “She had an affair. With someone named Robert. Do you know who he is?” Kai’s face went blank—dangerously blank. “Put them back where you found them.” “But—” “Alex.” His voice was steel. “Some secrets are better left buried. For her sake. For all our sakes.” I nodded, but the parallel sat heavy in my chest. Hidden love. Lies. Risk. Was that all we were?

I truly wished she wouldn't do anything else. She was so close to my private parts that I could clearly feel her breath brushing against my skin with every inhale. My body trembled without permission. Along with the shame, there was also a hidden pulse of excitement I couldn't deny. The moment I realized that, a wave of fear washed over me. What the hell was wrong with me? "Wait… why does this thing kinda look like Shawn's?"

Then she leaned forward and whispered something in Rowan’s ear. I couldn’t hear what she said. But Rowan didn’t break eye contact with me while she spoke. His expression didn’t change. “I know,” he said. Still looking straight at me. Something about the way he said it made my stomach tighten slightly. Amy seemed satisfied with whatever secret she had shared. Then she grabbed Rowan’s sleeve and tugged. Rowan raised an eyebrow. Before I could react, she pulled me a little closer. “This is Lila,” she announced proudly, like she was presenting something important. “She lives here now.”

Ian took a file bag from his assistant and dumped its contents onto the table. Papers and photographs were scattered everywhere. "You've hurt Angela again and again for this woman," he said coldly. "Now look carefully at who she really is." He jabbed at the evidence. "She tells people she came back to Sunnydale after finishing her studies, blaming her ruined reputation on bad luck with men. But the truth? She's nothing but a shallow, greedy woman! She got involved with a married man for money, drove his wife in her fifties to her death, and only then came crawling back here in disgrace.