Secrets Of The Southern Belle の小説・ストーリー

I can barely withstand seductions. She bites my earlobe and it almost pulls me over the edge. I stand up abruptly and grab my car keys from the desk. I stride past her and say out aloud. "Let's go." **** Belle's POV I told Tony to avoid Tessa, not because of anything but because I don't want her to reveal my secret to Tony. I didn't let him know there is something I am trying to hide which is why I want him to avoid her. Tony agreed willingly after another brief laugh.

'Can't you see that we're both going to be on the losing side here if we don't act fast? 'Luna has something we both want...and if we don't join hands to retrieve it, we'll lose it all to her.' She recalled the way he whispered the words in her ear with a twisted smile on his face. Deceit was laced all over them. A knock on the door intruded the memory and Sophia's skin jumped in fright. She swiftly hid the journal under her pillow and sat on the bed, composing herself as she smoothed her hair. "Come in," she called out softly.

“Don’t worry. Okay. Somewhere out there is someone just waiting for you.” Shane clears his throat. “Enough about me. Let’s get you in the hospital and checked in for your C-section. We have something more important than my love life to do today.” Katie instantly flashes a huge smile, and her deep dimples explode. She looks down at her swollen belly with her hand still caressing along the side of it. “Yes, we do. My precious secret is going to be born.”

No hello no greeting or hug of any type. I only had one question for her. "Who is Adaline?" I growled. She looked so surprised. Her face broke and she started crying. She had this whole sob story of how Stephanie became pregnant after our night together in the cabin. They kept it hidden from me because they thought I deserved better. The night Stephanie was having our daughter? My parents told me she was probably cheating on me and that's why I was in pain. I had heard rumors while I was in school about her being with basically the entire pack after I left, and I believed some. I was so hurt and I blindly believed my parents.

The headline made my blood run cold. "Christopher Zane's Secret First Marriage Revealed: Billionaire's Past Hidden from Current Wife." My hands went numb as I took the phone from Claire, scrolling through the article with growing horror. According to the piece, Christopher had been married before, years ago, to a woman named Katherine Morrison. The marriage had lasted less than a year before ending in what was described as a "bitter and costly divorce." There were photos—grainy but unmistakable—of a younger Christopher signing what appeared to be legal documents, a beautiful dark-haired woman beside him.

" Jezzebelle looked at him with surprise on her face. She shook her head as he looked away. "No your.....Zephyr." She caught herself, she was getting frustrated with herself. Knowing that he would get a little upset if she called him your grace. "Can I be truthful?" She looked at him, tilting her head. He turned and looked at her, he moved closer to her and clasped his hands. "It is what I want. I do not want any secrets between us. I know your scared, I will drop a little secret first. I am scared you will reject me and leave me." Jezzebelles mouth fell open as she looked at him. "Belle your not a fish." Slamming her mouth shut just stared at him but then she felt puzzled. "Why do you say t

Anthony could just report that back to his father. But Belle felt the exact opposite. The whole drive, her body was tense and her face pale. She felt trapped by the invitation Renee had given her. Whether it was a coincidence or not… what if Renee was actually watching her too? Belle was terrified that her secret meetings with Bastian had already been discovered. That Bastian’s fiancée was just waiting for the perfect moment to catch them red-handed. When she got home, Belle didn’t go inside right away. She just sat behind the wheel. Her eyes drifted to the invitation Renee had given her. A “friendly invitation” to attend the Carlyle family’s annual charity gala at one of Eastbourne’s grand

I begged, pulling a throw pillow over my face. "Fine, fine," she relented, still grinning. "But someday, when you're ready to spill the beans, I want every delicious detail." I lowered the pillow, grateful for the reprieve. "Thanks for understanding about keeping it quiet." "What are best friends for if not to keep your scandalous affair with your billionaire boss a secret?" She winked. "Besides, this gives me exclusive gossip rights when you two finally go public." "If we go public," I corrected.

“We’ll change our appearances. Hair. Eyes. Your scars will be covered. Even your walk will have to shift. We’ll spend two days rehearsing. You’ll have to speak less. Watch more. Be ice.” “I can do that,” she whispers. “I know you can.” I tap a screen and bring up a schedule. “The auction is in four days. We’ll arrive the night before. Spend twelve hours on the inside gathering intel. Locating Belle. Confirming exits. We don’t buy her the normal way.” She looks up. “Then how?” “We stage the transaction. Win her. Walk her out. Then burn the place down behind us.” It’s not a metaphor. “I have men on standby,” I say. “As soon as we’re off the grounds with Belle, the rest of them move in. Fast. L