Something She's Not Telling Us: A Novel Novels & Stories

“She tried to kill herself on the day of her parents’ funeral, and her health’s been poor ever since. I can’t just leave her be.” I didn’t speak, but fragments of memory suddenly snapped into place. I remembered all those dinners he left halfway through, all those conversations he cut short, and even once, on our wedding anniversary. I always felt sorry for how busy he was, so I waited for him without complaint. However, as it turned out, those hours he wasn’t by my side, he was with his other “wife”. I forced out a smile that looked worse than crying. My eyes burned. “I want to meet her.”

“Get your stuff ready; you're moving in tonight. Camilla will put you through everything you need to know in advance.” Camilla walked over to Emily and snatched the file from her. Pulling the handle of the door, Rex immediately remembered something. “Ah! One more thing—until this is over, nothing about me goes to the media. Understood?” Emily nodded. Rex walked out, leaving Emily staring at the closed door. She hadn't noticed Camilla leaning by the wall next to her, with her arms folded. “Well, well, well… let's see how long you last.”

She noticed for the first time she's been coming here that Ethan's study is not locked. She was curious and wanted to see what his study looked like. She had never been to his study. He always said some confidential documents are in there and he didn't want anyone unrelated to work see it. She decided to take a quick peek. She is really curious to see. He wouldn't know she was here unless she told him. Rosalind pushed the door opened. The first thing she saw is a big frame on the wall. The picture on the frame is of a man but that man is not Ethan.

Miranda didn’t expect that she’s this known to young adults, especially to the ones attending a strict boarding school. “I read your book Falling to the Depths, when will you release the fifth part? I couldn’t get over the last book!” Miranda hid the sadness in her smile. She too, couldn't get over it. “Most of you love my work, thank you,” Miranda appreciated the students. Miranda looked at the class in front of her and smiled sweetly, "And how even the most powerful person could feel powerless in front of the person they love."

The loud slam of the iron door closing echoed in the cramped space, leaving only my rapid breathing in the darkness. "Why?" I curled up in the corner, my nails digging deep into my palms. I heard a muffled conversation outside the door. Holding my breath, I tried to make out Heath's voice. "The transformation is complete... The drug's effects are irreversible... She won't call the police. There's video footage..." Each word felt like a knife stabbing into my heart. Transformation? Drugs? Video footage? I trembled, suddenly realizing something.

"Its not a secret. Its just an uninterested part that I dont want to bore you with." She looked at me with those curious eyes and something in me told me that she didn't believe a single word I said but because she just didnt want to make this longer than it should be, she didnt say a word. Her gaze flicks to the door. “Everything in this mess is shared now.” She whispers to herself. I wanted to say thank you but I ended up keeping shut. I placed the phone in my pocket and stood up straight. The world outside is already spinning the press conference into a dozen narratives. We’ve added a new chapter. The book isn’t done.

“Oh sweet Jesus... you totally slept with Elijah Grant! That explains a lot.” “Excuse me?” Confusion swirls within me, a slight embarrassment creeping in now that she knows. She huffs out a breath. “Never mind. We’ve been presented with a bit of a situation here. I’m not going to lie, it’s unusual... a little Bollywood and really weird. It’s bollyweird.” “What’s in the envelope?” I cut off her rambling, my curiosity piqued. “Sit down.” She looks like she’s about to lose it.

I tapped the drive, “—is the only rope you’ve got left.” For a long time, she didn’t speak. Then she stepped forward and took it. “I’ll contact you,” she said. And just like that, she turned and walked into the shadows. That night, I waited. Noah slept beside me, soft and safe. And I wrote everything down—every name, every betrayal, every truth I refused to let die. Because if I disappeared tomorrow, I needed someone to know the whole story. Not the sanitized version. The real one. The story of a woman who loved too hard, trusted too deeply, and broke into pieces…

She stops her movements and strides to the bed with a sigh as she sits on the bed, I sit next to her. Secretly praying she gives me something to work with, like how to find them or where. A lot of questions I have to ask but I wait on her as she fiddles with her white dress. If you are not reading this novel on Jobni b.com, some sentences are incomplete.”I don’t… know anything and that’s the truth” she states motionless. “I am certain of nothing, I don’t know their connection with my pack or my people, their movements or aim, who they are, what they want,

--- And something told her— Daniel wasn’t done yet. ---