Secret Woman Novelas e Histórias

" [Quickly take the map to the Mansion. Remember, keep the folder and contents private, do you understand?] "Yes, ma'am. I understand." "Mrs Williams?" Sally asked. "Yes, it was Mrs Williams who called me." "Sally." "What's up," Sally frowned because John suddenly became serious when he looked at her. "Do not mention Brenda Soriano's name or bring up photos that resemble Miss Mckenzie to anyone. Especially in front of Mr. Williams and Miss Mckenzie." "Why?" "Because Mrs Williams said this was an important secret. If we leak it, we could be fired."

“I asked about her and you!” Kaluna’s index finger pointed clearly at Rara who stood not far from him and Dewa. “Answer!” snapped Kaluna when Dewa remained stunned. “Today we’re supposed to be celebrating one year of our relationship, but you’re... celebrating by cheating on my friend?” To Kaluna’s astonishment, neither Dewa nor Rara denied her accusation at all. Did that mean the two of them had really been in a secret relationship behind her back? “You better be honest, Dewa.” Rara ventured to speak up.

Still, he couldn't figure out how they had been lured by Sophia without noticing the sign she was a traitor, that she had been imposed in Alberto's life to ensure calamity befell them. "Are you done printing all the pictures?" Blackwheel asked the secretary. The secretary raised her head and nodded. She was an old woman in her late seventies who found it easy to understand English but difficult to speak it. She was a doe-eyed brunette with a strong hatred for laziness. She was one of those few people in modern day Madrid that saw more than they looked.

◆ OSWALD'S P.O.V ◆ - CONTINUED - Secret groaned and tripped over her own two feet as I helped her up. She stumbled off to the side once more and I caught her before she could plummet to the ground. "Do you even know her name?" She randomly questions. "Her name's Amethyst," I respond. Secret just stared at me then she swayed a bit from side to side and buckled over thin air. "Why am I even telling you this you're drunk," I mutter.

She looked at the name on the tag and read it. JOHNNY JAMESON. HEAD SECRETARY. So he's the one that took Wanda's position. Selena thought to herself. "May I help you miss?" Selena was startled by his voice. She looked at him but he wasn't looking at her, he was still busy with whatever he was typing. His voice was deep and had a strong Mexican accent _ one thicker than Ricardo's accent. The atmosphere was suddenly tense and Selena had no idea as to why.

I had wanted to see her suffering and nothing else because how can someone live a happy life after what those people did? I was not prepared for what I actually saw lil sis. I don't know if it would be a good idea or a bad one if you find out what she became once leaving that hell hole. The choice is yours lil sis. If you want to say fuck that woman and rather not know anything about her, you can skip this letter. You have the choice on this one if you want to come back to it later on. I did inform Alex on this being the only exceptional skip. The others are not.

The young ladies were too terrified to even cry. That was when Rosalind stepped forward. She kissed the leader, stripped off her dress, and followed him into a room. Everyone knew what happened next. I wanted to stop her, but she moved too fast. I had to focus on keeping everyone else alive. Through the crack in the door, I saw her crawling beneath several men like a dog. The other ladies were too scared to look. In the end, she couldn't take it anymore and passed out. That was when I quietly took down the guard outside and worked with that mysterious organization to rescue all the ladies.

But with the kind of audacity that belonged to only one person. I didn’t move. I heard the sharp click of heels, the scuffling of my secretary trying — and failing — to stop the intruder. “Sir, I tried to —” I finally turned. My secretary stood in the doorway, flustered, her hand still outstretched as though she had physically attempted to block the woman beside her. Renata Varela. My gaze swept over her. Short dress. Sheer fabric. The kind designed to make men weak. Dark red lips that curved in amusement, eyes sharp and knowing.

“I’m going to have to pay her more, aren’t I?” “Or fire her.” “Firing her means someone else finds out. That woman has served three generations of Kesingtons. She knows secrets that could sink empires.” I lifted a brow. “So now I’m a state secret?” He rolled toward me, his hand sliding to my waist. “Something like that.” My smile dropped. I sat up, letting the blanket fall away from my chest. “That’s not funny.” Callum blinked. “What?” “You calling me a secret. ‘Something like that.’ Like I’m a scandal you’re trying to cover up.”

Grace interrupted, playing her last card, "that a woman is here who knows where Elodie Richards really is." The secretary paused, something in Grace's tone finally penetrating her professional skepticism. "What do you mean, where she really is?" "Just tell him that. Please. Tell him exactly those words." The secretary studied Grace's face for a long moment, then picked up her phone and pressed a button. "Mr. Chen? I'm sorry to interrupt, but there's a woman here who says she knows where Elodie Richards really is." There was a pause, then: "Yes, sir. I'll send her right in."