Secrets Of The Southern Belle นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He held out his tablet for me to take but before I could dismiss it, a familiar picture caught my attention. Belle. My breath caught as I snatched the tab away from Andrew's grasp. It was a picture of Belle and me at the hospital. My gaze shifted to the headline and my stomach churned. Breaking News: Billionaire Bachelor, Zalden Marlowe spotted with his secret family at the hospital. I flip through the screen and see that the pictures are everywhere. Another headline reads: WHO IS THE WOMAN WHO STOLE MARLOWE'S HEART? “Who did this?” A sharp breath escaped my lungs as I spoke. “Who the hell on earth did this?!”

And she hid all of these on Draven. Belle was unraveling. She barely slept, barely ate, jumped at every sound. She kept checking windows, doors, shadows. She was terrified, not of the poverty being revealed, but of the things she had written, the things she had thought, back when she was bitter, angry, and hurt by the world. Back when she hated rich people, hated the system, hated that people like Draven had everything while she had nothing. Secrets she had buried deep. Secrets she never wanted him to see.

Andrew and Madelyn shared a look, her eyes falling to the ground when she saw the resolve in his, he was going to tell them the truth. “Amaya took a bet with her friends, if she was able to seduce the man of their choice, they would pay for the trip she took to Athens last year.” Aunt Eleanor gasped, expressing the way everyone felt.

And that was just because he knew too much; he was the only one who knew about the murder or my mother but decided to stay quiet. - Belle, we are the keepers of a great secret and that is why I am afraid. Sarah is dangerous. She killed all of her family. She will not think twice before she takes our heads off. - Yeah, I know what you mean. We do have a hell of a secret but for now, we have to stay quiet. - We will, only what if this secret is not so safe with Adam? He could blackmail her all right but then what happens to me? Or to you?

And what does she want in return? "Bella?" she snapped me out of my thoughts. "Okay, Selena. What do you want from me?" Selena's eyes narrowed, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear. "I want you to listen carefully, Bella," she whispered, her tone chilling. "If you ever want to see your secret remain hidden, you will do exactly what I want." Tears welled up in my eyes, and I nodded, desperate to protect the child in me. "I'll do whatever you want, Selena, just please, don't tell anyone."

Failure to that I'll make your life a living hell. Yours faithfully, Your worst nightmare She felt the hollowness in the pit of her stomach and her heart thudded in her ribcage. Who wanted her out of the manor and why? And what secret were they talking about? She took the note and looked around of anyone was watching her. She tore it into pieces and went right into the bathroom and flushed it away sobbing. She could only think of three people who knew her biggest secret. Bella, frank and Tom. One of them was blackmailing her and she needed to find out who before they ruined her life.

“You've made me feel beautiful and that alone was enough so that I could finally come out of my shell. I had spent my entire life hiding behind baggy clothes and a shy smile. That all changed, though, the very first time you called me beautiful. I'm just a simple girl from a small town in the middle of nowhere and yet, somehow, you've been able to make me feel like a princess.” “Really?” he asked, his voice cracking a bit at the end. “Yes, really,” I said, my eyes locked with his. “You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. If you think some silly organization like the SEC is going to change the way I feel about you, then you obviously don't know me. When I want something, I get it. N

“He stole the Fame project blueprints and sold them to LR Architectural. We almost went under because of him.” The memory still burned. George had been working for the rival company the whole time, and his gambling habits had made him easy to manipulate. We’d gathered enough evidence to get him locked up, yet here he was, strolling around like nothing had happened. “I didn’t know until recently,” Nathaniel said quietly. Before I could respond, Clara returned with Elara. “Come on,” she called, waving us over. We joined them near the dance floor. “This is Elara,” Clara announced. “Try to remember her face this time, Mr. Blackwood.”

Around her, the office buzzed with the aftermath of the party—coworkers chatting about the champagne, the speeches, the dazzling fiancée who looked like she’d stepped off the cover of a magazine. “Did you see her dress?” Sophie gushed from the next desk. “Pure silk. And those heels....custom, I swear.” Aria forced a polite hum, though her stomach knotted. Every mention of Vivian’s name felt like another twist of the knife. But beneath the jealousy and humiliation, something stronger pulsed: urgency. Mia was right. She couldn’t hide forever. The secret weighed on her like lead, stealing her breath every time she glanced at her reflection, every time she pressed her palm against her abdomen wh

A calm aura that didn’t feel fake. Surprisingly, she wasn’t what I expected. I had imagined someone cold. Sharp. Someone who looked like trouble. But Belle looked like someone you’d trust with secrets. Someone you’d sit with over coffee and talk for hours without realizing time had passed. So what went wrong? What could have possibly broken a wedding before it even happened? Thoughts chased each other in my head, colliding and spinning until the answer stood quietly behind me, fingers working carefully through my hair. Belle.