Novel & Cerita The Hidden Agenda Book

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.

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,

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.

The truth had to come out. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples, trying to process what I’d just discovered. The footage was grainy but unmistakable. Ashcroft Sr. and Victor Hale, meeting in secret, exchanging documents, sharing what looked like sealed folders. Their gestures were deliberate, calculated. It was clear they’d been working together for years, pulling strings behind the scenes, their alliance hidden beneath layers of lies and corporate veneer. My stomach clenched. I’d always suspected that there was more to the Hale family than just their polished image. And now, I knew for certain. This was the reason I’d been brought into Ashcroft Global, an unwitting pawn in a game f

“What truth?” Margaret looked at me. “The trust was never simply about money.” I waited. “It was designed to protect Clara’s children from the people who controlled the families.” “But we already know that.” “No.” She shook her head. “You know the surface of it.” She looked toward the old fireplace. “There was another document.” “What document?” “The final agreement.” My heart began racing. “Where is it?” Margaret slowly stood. “I hid it.” “Where?” She walked toward the fireplace, then pressed a small stone beneath the wooden frame. A hidden compartment opened. Inside was a narrow metal box. I stared at it.

Amelia asked doubtfully. The bishop scoffed "You're wrong, they're not just mortal humans, they were the first councils of the hidden world." "What?" They shouted in unison except Scott "I thought the councils were the first?" Clancy said. The bishop looked down at the pamphlets, pointing as he read out "During the old times, before and after the birth of Christ, the hidden world as a whole continuity doesn't belong amongst men, it belongs above them." He paused "Trying to keep balance between humanity as been the feeble entities below the food chain, four individuals were exemplified as the guardians and progenitors of each races ranging from werebeasts, vampires, witches and wizards, final

When I didn't respond, he hesitated for a moment and said solemnly, "There's something I need to tell you. Actually, I…" "Let's break up," I said. Whatever Kurt had been about to say got stuck in his throat. He froze for a few seconds before finding his voice and asking in confusion, "Why? Just because of a piece of clothing?" Ella's eyes flickered with mischief as she jumped in and fanned the flames. "Anna, are you embarrassed because Kurt's too poor? Did you find someone richer? It's really shameful to throw away your dignity just for some money!" She self-righteously hurled lies at me.

I was so proud of myself saying this story, happy that I remembered everything Sean told me and all she could say was 'fair enough'. "What's the name of the book she read?" She asks, and I try to rack my brain for the name. "Hidden edges," I say at once, finally finding it deep inside my jam-packed brain. "Alright," she says and folds her arms, "Since you know all that, there'll be no need to burden myself with repeating it, but I could entertain a few questions." My eyes lighten up at that and a smile plays on my lips. Finally, someone would answer my questions.

“But if we keep it, we keep the war alive. We leave the door open for another Adrian, another Carver, or another ghost looking for vengeance.” “This book,” David says lifting the ledger up in both hands, “represents an entire world most of you never should have had to know existed. It ends here.” With that, he walks to the iron brazier, where a small fire is already burning, and lowers the book directly into the center of the flames. The thick leather resists the heat for a few seconds, the edges curling inward as dark smoke rises toward the open sky. Then the dry paper catches. Decades of blackmail, illegal shipping routes, hidden bank accounts, and corporate secrets turn into bright orange