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Sebastian thrashed wildly, spewing curses like a lunatic, as his fantasy of rejoining the Vitale family crumbled to dust. Backed into a corner, Sebastian played what he thought was his ace in the hole: an old ledger, thick with the Vitale family's darkest secrets, from dirty deals to bribes and damning evidence spanning decades. The ledger was secretly transcribed and hidden by his mother when she was his father's mistress, in order to protect herself.

It was an old blind item from a gossip site: “Rumors say the music queen had a secret young lover - a talented chef she was grooming for greatness. Some say she destroyed his competition to clear his path.” Victoria’s breath caught. She looked at the date of the article. It was posted two weeks before Marco Vale’s scandal exploded. Her phone buzzed on the table. Sebastian: Are you home safe? Victoria stared at the message for a long time. Her heart was pounding so hard she felt dizzy. She was in too deep. And the terrifying truth was finally starting to stare back at her.

My heart was still racing. I opened my notebook, the one hidden beneath my pillow and flipped to a fresh page. At the top, I wrote in capital letters: The Second Secret. Then, beneath it: Vanessa and Kyle are working together. Fraud through MorganTech. Secret accounts. Adrian’s money involved. My handwriting looked almost foreign to me, as if someone else had written it. My pulse refused to slow down. I transferred the photos from my phone to my laptop and encrypted them under a hidden folder labeled “Recipes.” It was almost poetic. No one ever looked there.

Violet protested, pouting her lips. "Don't tell me there are still many secret rooms that we don't know about," said Alfred, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "Even I myself as his personal secretary haven't explored the whole house yet." “Aish, finally found out! Well, I'll show you everything." Gabriel got up from the couch lazily acting as a tour guide again. "So next time, show us all first," Violet joked as she followed Gabriel from behind. Again Gabriel had to repeat from the beginning showing all the rooms to all his friends, except the secret room which was located in the basement. When Gabriel pointed to Violet's spa room, the eyes of the two women looked at the room with sparkling e

The value of a secret relies on who it must be kept hidden. Like plants, secrets are hidden. They can remain buried for a very long period under the dirt, but gradually they will start to send up shoots and reveal themselves. They must do it. It's in their character. initially only a little green stem. which, until it manifests itself, stealthily and insidiously gets taller and stronger. Right in front of your eyes is a big fat secret; it's a fully opened flower scented with deceit.

“Open it.” Her fingers hovered for a second. Then clicked. The moment it opened— Everything changed. Photos filled the screen. Not buildings. Not deals. People. Employees. Executives. Politicians. Captured in private moments. Secret meetings. Hidden conversations. Surveillance. Ivy’s breath caught. “What is this?” Sebastian’s voice was quiet. “Control.” She scrolled. Faster now. More images. More files. More secrets. Then—A document. Her hand trembled slightly as she opened it. The screen loaded.

It was just like old times but with kids present. Secret made me get abused my my own aunt, Secret made Catherine my best friend, Secret made Kendall close to me, Secret made me cry for almost losing Josh and made me realize how important he is to me, Secret made my relationship with Axel stronger, Secret reunited me with my dad, Secret made our bond stronger. Secret made us. Even though there is not a crime, there is not a trick, there is not a swindle, there is not a vice which does not live by secrecy, I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that break and made me.

We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.

"You know, the way you salivate and the way your pupils dilated at Dio's oh so yummy abs." Zoey tried redeeming herself by clearing her throat and checking if there was really some drool beside her mouth. Sebastian laughed. "Can you not. . not tell him about this? Keisha might get in trouble. But, I swear. It was her idea. One morning, she just started sending me those kinds of videos. Who am I to refuse such delectable. . I mean, knowledgeable videos on how to properly work out. It could absolutely save me time on watching tutorials on YouTube instead." "Yeah, right. Yeah, right. You don't need to explain, really. It's a secret between us. My lips are sealed, my friend." Sebastian winked at

It's obvious he walked to the bed. "What if someone walked in? Are you ready to share your secret with the world?" Whitney asks as she fold her arms below her breast. "No one will come in" he replied. "What if they did?" She asked, "you can't be too sure" she added. " Here" he said as he grabbed the tablet beside him and press few few things. The wheelchair moved towards him without anyone touching it. "I see you've got plan B" she said walking towards the window with her hand still folded on her chest.