Novelas y relatos de Secret Woman

“The compromise that we reached was that Beth would move in with me, but into her own bedroom, and as friends. The elders think that the mate bond, even if it isn’t healed, still carries with it healing properties.” “What about us?” I refused to become my mother. I would never agree to be the other woman. “We carry on like normal. Just … in secret for a while.” I almost choked on my own saliva. “You have to be kidding. Please, tell me that you are kidding.” “Jenna, please understand. It’s the best way. And it’s only temporary.” “Why do we need to be mates in secret? If you aren’t getting back together with Beth, then why does it matter if everyone knows about us?”

Vivian cursed at the silent room. She flatly refused to believe the report. Her instincts as a woman screamed that something significant was being hidden. How could Kael William Smith, the most distinguished man who had always kept women at arm's length, suddenly marry his secretary in secret without a grand wedding? There had to be something behind it. If the hired investigator was incapable of uncovering it, then she would personally strip away Hellena's secrets until nothing remained. A cunning smile curved Vivian's lips as she silently vowed that she would never give up until Hellena was completely out of Kael's life.

Adrian Pov The city is a blur of light and color as I drive, the Moscow traffic a slow, grinding beast. My phone buzzes with a new message, and I know without looking that it’s Leo. He’s been my rock, my confessor, the only one who knows the truth of my secret life. I pull over to a secluded park, the cold, winter air a sharp contrast to the fire raging inside me. I’m a man on the edge, a man who has made a deal with the devil. A deal I have no intention of honoring.

“You don’t get to stand here and act like a victim, Victoria. You knew exactly what this engagement was.” " Just stop playing the victim here Victoria" he said not turning to look at her. " Oh wow I'm playing the victim you say. Drake you know, I agreed to all this for your image but I won't let you humiliate me. What do you want people to think of le when they find out about your "Secret"? Worst of it all with your office boy" She said her nose flaring in anger. " Leave! I said leave Victoria! I'm not having this conversation with you."

Brown hung up, and I sighed in relief since this conversation went better than expected. The door opened, and a young secretary came in with a piece of paper in her hand. "I'm sorry, Mr. Green. There were two calls while you were busy. I wrote down the details for you." She placed the paper on my desk. " Thank you," I replied, glancing at her when she turned around. This woman has the body of a goddess. She could easily be successful as a model, so why would she stick to the secretary's role? I caught myself staring at her delicious a*s many times, wondering how it would be to grab it in my hand. Unfortunately, this would never come true, as I played the role of a man in love with Sandra. I

The cult, the AI virus, the artifact they were after—it all tied back to Yellen’s research, and Christina's property. Just as she was getting enough of the book, the sound of a door creaking open snapped her attention to the back of the room. A woman stepped out from a private room, dressed in a tailored black suit that screamed "money." She moved with a kind of precision that made Leila's skin crawl, her heels clicking softly against the floor. The woman exchanged a few hushed words with the librarian before slipping out the front door.

There’s a Korean drama called What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim that once went viral. Movies and TV shows often portray secretaries as glamorous women—gorgeous, seductive, and impeccably dressed. They revolve around their powerful bosses, fall in love with them, and compete with their bosses’ lovers for attention, living lives of luxury in upscale venues. Seraphina Arden told her best friend Emily, “It’s all a load of crap.” Seraphina was the secretary to Leon Everhart, the CEO of TerraVantage Group. On this particular Sunday night, she was out with Emily, enjoying street food and doing some window shopping, when her phone buzzed.

Federico Amato sat alone in his luxurious penthouse, a half-finished glass of scotch trembling slightly in his hand. The TV played muted footage of Alessandro’s press conference earlier that day. The headlines screamed: ALESSANDRO AMATO RETURNS: THE KING IS BACK SURPRISE ANNOUNCEMENT: SECRET WIFE REVEALED! Federico’s lip curled in disgust. He rewound the footage again and again — watching Antonia stand next to Alessandro, radiant in her simple, elegant dress. Watching how Alessandro’s hand brushed against hers in unconscious affection. "She’s changing him," Federico thought bitterly.

“Don’t be fluttered, I am locking you down before the vultures land, I see him checking this way every other second, your husband is taken with you. Soon everyone will realize the most powerful man has a soft spot and try to cozy up to you.” I laughed as she pushed up her chest. I turned Ryan’s way, he was staring at me. I bit my lower lip then pulled it out slowly. He narrowed his eyes at me. I chuckled and turned to find Brandy just staring at us, eyes wide and a smile on her face. “Someone is in love,” She said in sing-song as she picked up a slider. “Bestie secret,” I said, holding out my pinkie, she hooked hers, “ I am obsessed with that man,”

She was shattered, and I knew that, no matter how hard we tried, no conversation could undo what we were about to uncover. "Alright," she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. And with that simple word, we made our way to my house. As we walked, the thoughts haunted me. What did this mean? Had our parents lived a secret romance? Were the marriages they built just a façade? And if it was true, was our view of love, which we always believed to be pure and unshakable, completely wrong? Worse still, there was the most terrifying possibility of all: what if we were related?