The Art Of Inheriting Secrets Novels & Stories

Every soft gasp she tried to hide only seemed to encourage him. When Sienna returned, Jax didn’t stop. He kept fingering Elara with perfect precision while discussing inheritance details like they were talking about the weather. Elara came hard at the table, biting the inside of her cheek to stay silent as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her. Her nails dug into Jax’s thigh under the table as she rode out the orgasm. Sienna narrowed her eyes slightly, sensing the charged atmosphere but saying nothing. She slid a small key across the table. “This opens a safety deposit box your mother kept secret. Everything you need to know is inside. But be careful who you trust. Even family.”

"That's a promise I won't be able to keep, I should get going, enjoy your night William, try not to drink too much, I know how much Elizabeth hates it." "Which is exactly why I do it, goodbye Emerald. Stay out of trouble, please." "That's another promise I can't keep." -End of flashback- He knew there was so little he could do to keep the secret he was entrusted just that, a secret. He also knew there was someone he could keep Emerald in check. -

When she heard me recounting the incident I had gone through with reddened eyes, her eyes turned red as well. "Oh god… Thank goodness you're back, Roxy! Otherwise, I don't think I'll be able to continue living in this world without you! I can't believe that Parson bastard broke up with that poor woman in this way back then! What a monster! I'm going to file for a divorce with him right away!" Only then did my mom tell me about the incident she had kept a secret for more than 20 years. Back then, she had found out about my dad cheating on her with another woman when she was pregnant with me. In fact, my dad had been cheating on her for a few years by then. The mistress got pregnant at an earl

he pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes at me, "have I met you before?" "Who? Me? No, of course not." I scoffed. There was just no way he could've seen me, could he? I made sure to keep my face hidden from him that day, in the cemetery. I couldn't risk anyone knowing who I was or how I was related to Alessio, it would put me and him as well as everyone he cared about in grave danger. I had my own enemies and they had theirs. Mine would give anything to hurt someone I care about. Unfortunately for them, they have no idea who I care about because according to them, I don't have anyone.

Learn all his my dirty secrets before he takes me down or whatever his plan is. He had kneeled beside me, swiveling my chair until I was facing him. His hands rested on my thighs, his thumbs caressing them softly as he knelt between my parted legs. My breath hitched, I could feel myself getting excited. Scar wouldn’t shut the fuck up either, begging me to claim him. He stared into my eyes, his face was soft compared to his usual sternness. “You can tell me, Tara. You know that I will always keep your secrets,” he whispered, his chocolate scent relaxing me.

Bernadette shook her head with pursed lips. “This was one of his biggest accounts and as you can see from the files, all confidential. He kept this one close to his heart so I don’t know much apart from who to contact to set up meetings. All that information you’ll find in your emails.” Aria bit her lip knowing that she had her work cut out for her, but nodded and thanked Bernadette before she left. “Okay, let’s see what we have here.” She picked through files till she came to one that was labelled “Memorandum Of Incorporation”.

If this letter survives, then Clara’s mother survived too, because she hid what I could not carry. Everyone turned instantly toward Clara’s mother. She did not deny it. Instead, she crossed to one shelf and removed a thin metal case. Set it on the table. Opened it. Inside— more documents. Photographs. Audio tapes. Transfer seals. Ariana stepped closer. “How much did you keep?” The answer came plain. “Enough to destroy three inheritances.” Silas gave a short breath that was almost disbelief. “You had this all these years and stayed hidden?” Clara’s voice came sharp.

Leonard must have figured me out by now. He knew I was the type who acted shy on the outside but had secret desires underneath. After a few moments of teasing, he pulled me into another round, and we kept going until we were both completely worn out. When I was ready to leave, he insisted that I did not put my underwear back on. He said he wanted to keep it as a souvenir. I did not want to, but I could not argue with him, so I just did what he said. My stockings were already torn, so I could not wear those either. I took them off and went home wearing only my skirt.

Keep recording. Independent counsel: Do not share. Do not comment. Do not forward beyond Legal/counsel. The host resumed. “We will not stop at donors and stamps,” he said. “We will reveal the human angle, because human angles are what systems eat.” My stomach dropped. The screen switched to a blurred photo—Noah outside the school gates, backpack strap visible, face partially obscured. The caption read: THE HEIR OF SECRETS. I stood up so fast the chair scraped. I hated the sound. I hated that I’d made it.

A paradox I carried with solemn pride and quiet fear. And through it all, Sebastian Hale loomed, a silent, watchful presence in my mind. He believed he understood my world. He didn’t. He couldn’t. But friction, scrutiny, and unresolved tension promised one thing: tomorrow, the battle between us, boss and employee, enemies by circumstance would continue. I stepped into the fading LA light, the city stretching endlessly, and let the weight of the secret settle alongside the thrill of the unknown. Stakes were high, consequences immense, and yet… I was ready.