روايات وقصص ضمن The Hidden Agenda Book

She felt that she had become the weakest and stupidest woman today. How could she not? A hidden marriage that was not recorded by the state clearly made her position even more cornered. What could Feby do? “I'll leave Haikal and Kayla, ma'am. I'm going to the bank first. Maybe there I can find out the number of res or his messenger who can be contacted.” Just as Feby was about to take a step, her mother gently grabbed her arm. Then advised, “Remember, Feb. You have to prepare yourself for the worst.”

Serena’s POV (as Kael) My palms wouldn’t stop sweating. I curled them into fists and drew in a slow breath, standing stiffly in the line that snaked across the courtyard. The first light of dawn burned gold against Dravenhold Academy’s massive blackstone walls, throwing shadows across the waiting boys. Real heirs. Born leaders. Future Alphas. And then there was me—hidden in Kael’s identity, clutching his forged papers, praying my heartbeat wasn’t loud enough for everyone to hear.

Little did I know that this pursuit would lead me to the very heart of a clandestine organization that held the keys to the world's most closely guarded secrets. My journey of discovery had been fraught with danger and close calls. I had followed breadcrumbs of information, dodging the watchful eyes of those who would do anything to protect their clandestine power. But I had a gift—a talent for uncovering secrets, for seeing patterns where others saw chaos. And it was this gift that had led me to the revelation that there was a hidden society pulling the strings behind global events.

Liam probed. “Hmmm,” Lucas nodded. He always had a Plan B and whether he would use it would depend on those he was meeting. He then turned and walked up to the safe inside the room. After punching in the passwords , he opened it and brought out a file, one that contained his Plan B. “This should be more than enough to make them do exactly as we want,” he said sinisterly. Liam opened the file and he started reading through it. And the further he read, the wider the grin on his face became. The file contained information about the investors that they wouldn’t want anyone to find out about.

The cold arrived in my chest, the specific cold I had felt my whole childhood, the cold of understanding that the dangerous person in the room was not the one raising their voice. "Then what are you burning toward," I asked. "The network your wife's father built," Adrian said simply. "You know this already, or you would not be standing outside your sister's empty apartment. So let us not waste each other's time pretending. Daniel Hale built the most complete record of powerful people's secrets that has ever existed, and then he hid it, and tied the keys to two daughters, and disappeared. I have spent three years assembling the means to open it. Your wife is one key. Your sister is the other.

He must have kept the evidence of his dirty secrets in a place where it won't be discovered easily. My eyes fell on a bookshelf at the back of the room. I’d seen it hundreds of times, but only now did I really see it. The books were not old novels but instead about sports, football magazines, and even a few on gambling. “Motherfucker,” I hissed as I crossed the room. It took a few seconds of pulling books and magazines down before I found it. A thick manila folder tucked behind Sports Betting for Beginners. With a heavy heart, I took it over to the desk and opened the folder. A few seconds in, a cold knot formed in my stomach.

A thick, dust-covered book tumbled to the floor between them with a loud thud. We both froze. The book flipped open on its own-pages fluttering rapidly, as if searching for something-before landing on a page marked with faded blue ink. Ethan knelt beside it, his brow furrowing. “This… isn’t a regular book.” I crouched next to him, squinting at the page. “The first hybrid Alpha, killed before she could rise. Marked by ancient blood. Her secrets buried where only the chosen may find.” A chill crept up to my spine. I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, I mistakenly lost my balance and hit another book on the shelf. It shifted-and with a heavy click, a nearby shelf groaned and slid back,

“Because you’re not like the others. You’re not predictable. And… I like that you resist me, even when you can’t.” The admission sent a thrill through me. He was dangerous, intoxicating, manipulative, and I was utterly hooked. As the evening wore on, he revealed small pieces of his world, enough to intrigue, enough to confuse. Hints at deals, contracts, and hidden agendas floated between us, teasing without full disclosure. I realized I was being drawn into something far more complex than desire — a web I didn’t fully understand, and from which I couldn’t escape. ⸻ Days passed, each encounter escalating the tension. Study sessions became excuses for private moments. Casual touches turned int

The guests heard her voice, and the whispers grew louder. "She's too bold, running from her own wedding!" "Blessed with good fortune and doesn't appreciate it." "The Castillo family won't let this go." I turned and stepped into the elevator. Victoria thought I was playing hard to get, her expression growing more smug. "Miss Aria, you can still back out." But I couldn't help but smile. "And what if I choose to leave?" These people had no idea my real last name was Vanguard. It was Grandpa's way of protecting me, having me listed under the Vincent family.