Secret Wife Book Novels & Stories

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.

His the most influential young man in the city but everything thinks his invisible. My birthday party. The entire city in attendance. Everyone eager to lay eyes on the woman who had been shielded away all these years. And yet, as I sat there listening to their excitement, something dark and unspoken weighed heavily on my chest. A Sercet. A secret I had not yet dared to voice. My pregnancy.

It was a story that seemed to resonate deep within my soul, like a memory from a past life. As I stood there, entranced by the symbols, I felt a sense of wonder and awe. What other secrets lay hidden in the Book of Secrets? And what other mysteries would I uncover as I delved deeper into its pages? Arachne's voice was low and mysterious. "The Book of Secrets is a doorway to other worlds," she said. "Are you prepared to step through the doorway, Lila?" I felt a surge of excitement and trepidation. What lay beyond the doorway? And was I really prepared to face what was on the other side?

And for someone like me, a man leading a double life, if something is too good and then it’s the worst thing waiting to happen. Proving me right I received an email directly from the source. The little nerdy girl wasn’t as nerdy, boring and submissive as she pretended to be. There’s a wide world of fantasies she’s hiding inside that head of hers which includes, in her words, ‘her sexy-arsehole-overbearing-know-it-all-Boss’. And that’s me. But this isn’t it. I have only uncovered half of what she’s hiding. There’s more lot to my little secretive secretary. And our worlds might not be as different as she thought. Because she came running right through the door she wanted to exit.

How had she forgotten it when she was the one preparing her wedding dress? "I'm sorry, I forgot you were married," she admitted. "It's okay. It's still a secret, anyway," Dave replied. "And please keep it a secret," Anna chimed in. Even though she knew about the fact, she was still nervous when Nate suddenly brought it up. It was like she had been found out. "Don't worry. You can trust me." Of course. If not, no one wanted to go to her boutique and become her customer. "So you chose this style?" she asked, returning to the original topic.

Sienna stated indifferently as she pulled a file from her backpack, “You can adapt to their preferences if you need to get in touch with them again in the future. You will find it useful.” The file was pretty thick. Each piece of paper included a thorough record of those specific details. Sienna had made some special markings on the file. It recorded their family secrets, which were hidden from the outside world. Zeke was shocked. ‘How did Sienna learn about so many secrets? Has Sienna grown up in the capital city since she was a child?’ Of course, he did not voice the question. Sienna was able to read his mind. Zeke knew as well that she wouldn’t answer his question.

I raised an eyebrow, needing to have it all laid out. I knew, somewhere deep down, that I should ask more questions. But in the moment, I repeated the one that mattered to me most. “I’m not a secret anymore?” “Not from Beth.” I saw the faintest hint of conflict in his eyes. Even so, hearing the words again felt like a forklift had just been lifted off of my soul. Beth knew. Danny chose me. I was no longer a secret. Between that… the relief that my earlier insecurity was proven wrong… and the way the mate bond sparks pulled at me… I was a goner.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

My heart does a little lurch when it knows I am about doing something I shouldn’t do. “Let’s head back downstairs, Olivia,” I whisper to myself, but when I angle my head and take in the properly stacked shelf at one end of the room, I know that it will be hard to let go. “Just one peek,” I murmur, pushing the door further open and sliding in. The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from the nightstand like someone forgot to turn it off. The warm glow is enough for me, as my feet shuffle towards the books.

Was that forgotten? And was secrets like our English secrets? Or was that too on-the-nose? So “Where she was trapped in her secrets, forever forgotten.” The Where being the small room she followed the guy to? So, his secrets perhaps? A man with secrets, she figured, the final pages torn out, of course. The end, once again, missing. And not a dashing soldier in sight. Used books were annoying. “Are you finding everything okay?” “Jesus-fucking-Christ.” She jumped, fingers to her throat, her heart thumping.