The Art Of Inheriting Secrets นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

It's all black. There was a big mahagoni table in the middle and then her eyes met with the pair of grey pupils. boom! A cold pair of grey pupils looking at her curious one. For a flicker of a moment her breath got stuck. How is this possible? No no this can't be him. She was thinking unnecessarily. Then she shook her head convincingly that there are a lot of people with the same faces roaming around the world. That could be a coincidence. As Alice said she needed to move on. She can't hold onto her past anymore. Even though the horrible moments still haunt her but this is high time she should let go of her past and move on. She will keep her secret with her till her death. This is what she

There was a secret that had been passed down for more than 1,000 years, but Andreas hadn't told Sebastian the truth. The legacy of techniques of the ancestral dragon's tomb keepers also came from the Sacred Medicine Secret Annals. In other words, the Sacred Medicine Secret Annals was the true originator of all the mystic martial arts techniques! If they found both the first and second books, they would be able to get powers that would make them practically divine. Andreas' tone changed, and he asked Sebastian, "Well? Are you inspired by the Ballards' mystic techniques?" Sebastian thought back carefully on his battle against Andreas. He frowned and said, "I did feel something. I've realized s

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.

Her parents thought it would be better to keep the secret hidden from everyone and I only know by accident. We were ten at the time and we used to play together a lot. We were climbing a tree when my glasses fell off. I tried to climb back down to get them when I misplaced my footing and ended up falling down about ten feet. I landed on my arm and I knew it was broken instantly. A searing hot pain ran up my arm and I couldn’t move it because of how much it hurt. Tara came down and gave me my glasses. She felt like it was her fault that I broke my arm and felt so bad, she was crying. She held her hands over my broken forearm, mumbling about how it was all her fault, when it began to gl

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.