Secret Life Amy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I wouldn’t allow it. My mind drifted back to the moment this plan was set in motion. I was in my room back at Silverfang Pack when a maid knocked and entered, holding a letter sealed in unfamiliar wax. "It’s addressed to you, my Lady," she said, bowing. I took it, my hand steady despite the strange tightening in my chest. The second I broke the seal and read the contents, a chill spread down my spine. My fingers trembled. She knows. Amy knew about my little secret with her father. And now, she is in the pack. Watching. Waiting. And worst of all ready to bring me down if I didn't abide by her rules.

Amy said and stood up and headed to her study. Avery stood up too and went with her. She envies Amy a lot, she gets to have her own career of her choice and her own home with her home office and study. While she's helping her father and also doing another business secretly. Indeed she's living a double life.

“Did you know your best friend Amy—the one you believed was practicing law in Los Angeles—has actually been living in Beverly Hills for the past three years? Secretly meeting with Ethan Whitmore?” Lauren’s chest tightened. “Just shut up!” she snapped. “You’re lying. Get off my phone!” A message beeped in right after. Lauren’s heart sank as she opened it. It was a picture of Ethan and Amy—laughing, talking closely outside a café. Amy looked relaxed. Ethan looked… familiar with her. Lauren’s knees weakened. If Amy—her closest friend—had been secretly around Ethan all this time, what else had she hidden? How many lies had Lauren believed?

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

It didn ’t look like two co- conspirators gloating over a win. It looked like regret. And secrets. Amy exhaled slowly, her mind racing. “What was in that folder?” Bruce looked at her. “Whatever it was… it rattled him.” Amy stepped back from the screen, something tugging at her gut . Maybe they’d been looking at this the wrong way. Maybe Celine wasn ’t just Liam ’s ally. Maybe she had her own plan. Her phone buzzed . Another email . No sender. Just a subject line: *You missed something.*

The healing center was quiet now, staff moving carefully, unaware that one frightened woman might shift the balance between packs. Amy knew things. I could see it in her eyes earlier—the way she chose her words, the way she hesitated before saying Barney’s name. She was protecting information, weighing risk even while bleeding and broken. “What do you know?” I muttered under my breath. My wolf growled softly, agreeing. She carries secrets. Dangerous ones. I entered my office and closed the door, locking it. Privacy mattered now. I poured myself a glass of water but didn’t drink it, staring instead at the reflection of a man who had already lost too much because of lies and hidden truths.

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

After Broderick had finished commanding his men, Amy stood and said flatly," Mr. Broderick, I have already agreed to travel out with Mr. Michael." Broderick looked at her as if she doesn't know what she was saying. Amy then walked towards an angle of the wall where a letter A was written, once she got there, a secrete door before it opened and Amy was dragged in immediately. Broderick ran towards the place but the door was closed already. He hit the secret door tens of times with all his might but it was just too strong. He walked angrily towards Carlton and pulled him up with his collar, "you are sure seeking for your own death."

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.

Justin had just alighted from the bus as he takes a look at the bustling city with skyscrapers and luxury cars all around him. He had just a little Duffel bag as he didn't want to carry along many things which will remind him of his past. He walked down the street to the little apartment Desmond his best friend had rented for him. His brain kept going back to the trauma and damage he faced from the terrific break up he witnessed causing his relocation. He vowed to himself never to be kept as a secret lover or let any man break his heart. As he walked further he stumbled upon a newspaper which stated the CEO of the White Companies is in need of a Personal Assistant and interviews were going o