Novel & Cerita Secretly Yours: A Novel

He took a gander at Robert and inquired, "Do you really want me to give a point by point clarification about the other two understudies?" Robert gestured. "Simply sit back and relax. Selina is an accomplished official. She knows what to say and what not to say." Luke gestured. "Aside from George Joshua, her authority sweetheart, Michelle was additionally near Boris P**e and Lorde Terry, the two individuals from the football club. Goodness, Boris is a hostile gatekeeper while Lorde is a quarterback." Selina clicked her tongue and said, "This Michelle… sure has wide inclinations." Luke was delivered dumbfounded.

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

“Alec and I were at his house talking about where you might be. Little Keisha overheard us and said Mr. Blanch-it brought you to a fancy apartment. Lana was put in a position to tell all.” “Was Alec mad that his wife was hiding me right under his nose?” “He was angrier about the fact that Lana had purchased a condo and he didn’t know about it. In her defense, she bought it before they got married, but Alec didn’t quite see it that way. Once again, in her defense, it was her money she purchased it with. But–” “Alec didn’t see it that way. The last thing I wanted was to cause problems between the two of them,” she said with distress.

He re-emerged with an old worn leather book, Alissa could see slips of paper sticking out of it. He placed it on the table and opened it. “This, is our biggest secret, you must never tell a soul unless they come to you in this trouble.” He pushed the book towards her pointing to a yellowed piece of paper that had been stuck to the page. Alissa read the fading ink

“That would be a disaster.” The table went silent for a beat. Everyone knew that name. Marcus Winter—cold, ruthless, infamous. Secretaries still whispered about him years later. “Maybe Mackenzie knows,” Amy said suddenly, her eyes locking on her. “She’s his new secretary, after all.” Mackenzie’s breath hitched. The question lodged in her mind. The chicken in her mouth turned dry as ash. She forced herself to swallow, but it felt stuck halfway down. Grabbing her glass, she gulped water, coughing into her hand.

“My mother’s. She was always hiding things. Journals. Photographs. Secrets.” Tristan nodded, his good hand resting on the hilt of the pistol tucked under his coat. He hadn’t put it down since they’d found the vault. Something had changed in him — a kind of stillness before a storm. The vault had stirred up things he hadn’t spoken of. Things he’d buried even deeper than the Network’s lies. Yvette opened the box. Inside was a leather-bound journal — old, frayed at the corners — and a small, cloth-wrapped cassette tape. Along with it, a single note folded with care, aged with time and grief.

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.

The unanswered texts were easy to write off as him being busy, but the lack of connection between them when he was around was alarming. She gazed at the open chat which showed he had read her messages wondering if her own secrecy had pushed him away. Today marked a year since he first spilled coffee on her and while she hadn’t mentioned remembering, it was a turning point in her life and a day she would have liked to spend with him. The big case she was working on was going well, the defense was strong, but the evidence she collected from the District Attorney in New York proved advantageous and would without a doubt tip the jury’s decision in her favour, which relieved some of the stress sh

It was a secret button. I pressed it gently. With a very soft click, a hidden compartment popped open at the back of the desk. Inside the dark space sat a thick, heavy book with a dark leather cover. It was a hidden ledger. My heart began to beat faster inside my chest. I took the heavy book out of the hiding place and brought it into the pale moonlight by the window. I opened the first page, my blue doe eyes narrowing as I began to read the neat, cramped handwriting. As I turned the pages, a cold wave of shock and anger rushed through my veins.

Published the following autumn under the title: The Carrying: Thirty Years of Keeping a Secret That Was Not Entirely Mine. On the publication evening, Mara and Sena sat in the manor kitchen with tea going cold, and the estate was quiet outside, and the book was in the world. "Are you glad?" Mara said. "Yes," Sena said. "Both of them now. Both books. He can be known. And the cost of the keeping can be known. And neither of them is alone in the record anymore." Mara held her cup. She thought about the wooden box on the study shelf.