Secret Wife Book Novels & Stories

Her secret husband was back, along with his demanding self. He was standing at the door, the man-whore of a boss. The most attractive and demanding boss on this bloody planet, not that Catherine was complaining; the man was nothing but sweet and gentlemanly, but not to her; besides, she was just his boring, prim, and proper secretary, and Catherine wondered if he even knew her real name. After all, she was nothing but Miss Brown to him. Shawn had the nerve to woo her after what he did. He slept beside her and did not even apologize. Well, he told her to go to the office. He was not really wooing her but demanding she come back to work, but it felt the same.

She stood up, walked directly toward the massive, built-in bookshelf that lined the western wall of the office, and reached for the spine of a heavy, leather-bound historical atlas on the third shelf. With a soft, hydraulic hiss, the center section of the heavy wooden bookshelf gave way, pivoting inward on a hidden track to reveal a wide, brightly lit room concealed directly behind the wall. "Step through, please," the secretary said quietly, stepping aside. Caelith caught her breath, her heart hammering against her ribs as she walked past the threshold of the secret room. The heavy bookshelf slid shut behind her with a definitive, solid click, cutting off the sunlight from the executive off

His voice returned to a low, confident rhythm, the kind that always came before he did something dangerous. “You think you can scare me, Blackwood?” His tone hardened. “You think threats will keep me quiet? Fine. Let’s see how much control you still have when the world knows your precious secret.” He began typing, fast and precise. Each keystroke was both a strike and a shield — a way to drown out the lingering image of Adrian’s calm stare. Subject: CONFIDE — URGENT TIP Source: Anonymous Content: Leaked documentation suggests Adrian Blackwood is concealing a child born out of wedlock…

She went back down the secret room tracing her steps back to what she tripped on on her first arrival. When she raised the lid, she realized her guess was right. It was indeed a metal vault embedded on the floor. Curiosity outweighed fear, and she’d pressed her thumb against the scanner. Click. Inside was a small leather-bound book wrapped tightly in a black cloth. She had unwrapped it. Inside was a hardcover book with a title clearly ascribed to the front in gold ink; The Book of Life and Death. Her breath caught, “What the hell?” She muttered underneath her breath.

A red and black lace babydoll clung to her curves like it was painted on, open at the stomach, sheer over her cleavage, showing off every inch of her body. “Oh, damn,” I groaned, staring at her like she was the only woman on earth. My mouth parted, my chest tight, and my jeans strained painfully against me. “That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” I said, gripping her hips and pulling her between my legs. “I thought you might like it,” she purred. “Can I tell you a secret?” she asked, leaning close. I nodded, already running my hands along her curves, squeezing the perfect shape of her ass. Her chest brushed my face, and I was not complaining.

She could not rely on Ethan’s version of truth anymore. Dust swirled in the beam of her flashlight. She pushed aside cracked picture frames, winter coats eaten by moths, boxes of old letters. Then, tucked inside a wooden chest carved with strange symbols, she found another secret. It was not clothes this time, nor a photograph. It was a leather bound book wrapped in red ribbon. The ribbon was stained darker in places, as though it had once been wet with blood. Her hands shook as she untied it. Inside were handwritten pages, her mother’s script looping and sharp. But these were not recipes or family notes. These were oaths, histories, secrets. The title at the top of the first page froze Oliv

She called it sacrifice. Maybe both were true. He never recovered. And I was foolish enough to think I could fill the space she left behind. One drunken night, I became the woman he hid from the world. His assistant. His secret wife. The mother of the son he never claimed. That morning, I printed two documents: my divorce papers and my resignation letter. When my coworker leaned over my desk, she frowned. “You’re really quitting, Jo?” I forced a small smile. “Yeah. My son’s father works overseas. I’m taking my boy there. It’s time we’re together as a family.”

"We belong to each other and you will learn that.." I moan in pleasure as he begins to move his hips. "Tomorrow when we elope." He growls as he begins to fuck me wildly, his free hand gliding up my back, over my shoulder and he wraps his long fingers around the base of my throat. "In secret," He pants wildly. "You'll be known as Mila Burak. My wife. My queen..."

I patted Cody, who was in my arms as I walked in with them and I allowed him to run around with them before leaving the room again. The door was left open in order to hear them from above the basement and I traced the whole house to find my secretary. She was now in my room, cleaning things. I leaned against the door frame as she picked up one of the books on my shelf. She gasped at its contents and I smiled. "What? You never seen an erotic book before?" She jumped as I walked closer to her, grabbing the book from her, and I read the sentence that made her blush. "He rubbed the inside of her thighs, his hands going up to the center of her heat, and a flick of his finger against her cl"t sent

I reached out and delicately retrieved it from the shelf, cradling it in my hands. A surge of anticipation coursed through my veins as I opened the book, its pages pristine and unmarred. The words within held the promise of hidden truths, a key to unlock the enigma that had consumed my thoughts. I read the title embossed in elegant lettering: "Tears of the Moon: Secrets Untold." My heart raced with excitement as I turned to the first page. The words danced before my eyes, weaving a narrative of forbidden knowledge and clandestine affairs. It spoke of a world beyond the ordinary, a realm where ancient forces converged and hidden battles waged under the pale light of the moon.