Novel & Cerita Secrets I Have Held In My Heart

Maybe he was just using her for the time being till his baby mama shows up then he can reveal the secret to her and once when she finds out, she would let them be. So many thoughts swept through her mind as she lay with her arms and legs stretched lifelessly. In fact she looked almost lifeless as she felt too confused to even breath. Sure, if she gets over this, she was sure going to sell her heart to the devil. Nobody would ever hurt her again. She had seen and had enough. More than enough. Heart break and rejection from two men in a little space is not a joke and she certainly wasn’t going to let such happen again.

Stephanie yelled at me and jams the door. Handcuffed in the dark room. The air of loneliness filled the room. I miss my baby. " stars are crying,I'm helpless, catching tears drops in my hands, wish I could hold you in my arms,No one can replace you in my heart. What did I do to deserve this as they watch me while I bleed? They've taken everything I had,they've broken everything I am, do I deserve this? Do I deserve.......this?" I sang quietly as I cry.

Somewhere in the middle of all that mess I realize something simple. This is my life now. Barfing in the mornings. Law books stacked on my desk. And a ticking secret sitting quietly in my chest. A secret that is going to break everything eventually. The thought makes my throat tight again. But today is different. Today I still have time. So I hold Elias’s hand a little tighter as we walk outside. I am going to hold onto that win as long as I can even if it makes me cry harder than I have ever cried in my life.

Only when I spotted the closed door did I heave a sigh of relief. After that, I quickly dug out the note from the hidden pocket of my coat. A few words were scrawled on the piece of paper. "Quick, escape! Danger!" My heart skipped a beat out of horror. I quickly tore the note into pieces before stuffing it back into the hidden pocket. Then, I pulled out my phone and tapped on a WhatsApp chat box before typing out a message. I made sure to send the coordinates of my location too. When everything was done, I deleted the chat history immediately before placing my phone and my coat in their original positions. Finally, I sighed in relief.

My heart quickened as I realized it wasn't a letter meant for me, but rather, a heartfelt entry in Bridget's diary, a personal reflection on her fears and determination. I began to read: "Dear Bridget, In the solitude of this hidden sanctuary, I find solace and strength to put my thoughts to paper. These words may never be seen by another soul, but they serve as a testament to my resolve, a whispered affirmation of the path I have chosen. The love I hold for him is boundless, an unbreakable bond that defies the confines of reality. Yet, as much as my heart yearns for his embrace, fear claws at the edges of my consciousness.

To her, it was nothing more than a pretty and fragile mask, worn only to conceal the selfishness underneath. Still, she clung to a fragile hope that the secretary’s words weren’t true. She couldn’t afford any more complications, not now. And yet, no matter what she heard, no matter what ugly truths threatened to surface, Jessica remained the one person she cared for the most.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt my palms growing sweaty. This was it. The moment of truth. Would they accept me or reject me? I closed my eyes, took one last breath, and began. "I have something to tell you all, something I've been hiding for a while now." My voice trembled, but I pushed on, determined to reveal my secret.

I shoved my hands into my pockets, heart heavy with secrets. And for the first time in my life... I wished I’d never learned the truth.

The power of it. In a world where everything has been taken from me, this, whatever this is, feels like something that’s mine. Still, I keep it a secret. Because secrets are safer than questions. And if anyone knew… well, someone like Evelara would waste no time branding me a threat. I close the book and slide it back into the apron just as the door creaks open. My heart jumps. Trish steps in, holding a basket of damp sheets. “Oh, good. You’re still here.”

Collins A secret is like a disease. It grows. When you keep it inside it gets bigger and bigger. And the damage is always worse when it comes out. But I’m good at secrets. I’ve held one close to my heart since I was fourteen years old… when I accidentally found out something I shouldn’t have… that I didn’t want to know. That secret has eaten away at me for years now. There had been so many times over the years I wanted to tell it…. to confront the person who it was about. But how many lives would I be ruining if I did that? So I’d kept it inside where it ravaged me on a daily basis.