The Hidden Saintess Spoiler Novels & Stories

With a kiss on the forehead, her mother walked out of the door wiping her nose on the back of her hand as she walked away. Carla held an envelope in her hand and wondered if this would be last she'd know of her baby sister. She hoped not. She opened the envelope and took out a few small pages of crinkled paper and began to read. To my family, If you're reading this then now you know the truth, I'm not dead, I'm alive and well but hiding from Gabriel Black. However, if you're reading this then something has happened to me, either Gabriel has me or was close to finding me-

She thought without the help of her father and love from anyone in the family, Christy's life would be miserable, never in a million years would she have thought that Christy would have had her claws on such an outstanding man. What right does she have to have such a person in her life and be happy? He must be the one that has been protecting her and probably the young master that bought those clothes for her. How could someone who was raped some years back be worthy of such a person? It was only fair that Christy hid in the shadow for the rest of her life. She was too embarrassed to argue or stay with Christy any further, so she walks angrily out of the gate of Christy's house.

He then grabbed a chair from beside me and put it in front of me before taking a seat on it so he was just facing me. "Listen up, darling, I've dealt with enough shit for the past years and I'm not in a mood to deal with more so spill the fucking beans already. Tell me where the hell he's hiding and I'll let you go." "Well, darling, I'd like to tell you if I knew who the fuck you're talking about. I've been alive for twenty years now and never have I ever heard of any Joseph or whatever." I replied honestly with a hint of annoyance in my voice. "Unless you're talking about Joseph Morgan. I tell you, that man is so—" he cut me off, "shut up."

“So, Kingston… Now, do you see?” Kingston shook his head. “Who the hell took those pictures?” “I’m sure YOU had someone do it,” Queen Dorothea yelled fiercely. “Cut the theatrics, Mr. Rossdale! We are not stupid! You had a hidden agenda the moment you walked inside this palace. You wanted your moment of fame. You couldn’t be satisfied being her bodyguard only. You had to sleep with our innocent daughter! The Crown Princess of Deltora. You ruined her! You ruined our daughter for life!”

he clasped his hand over his mouth at the realization that he had revealed too much. “Who's she?” Tristan's cold voice asked. “Huh?” Brian's eyes widened. He shouldn't have talked about her. “You know how much I hate repeating myself.” He scowled. “I found out that Scarlett spiked your drink last night, hoping that she could spend the night with you. And your grandfather was part of the scheme, that was why he called for me at that moment.” Brian explained. Swinging his legs to the side of the bed, Tristan rose to his feet, his balance shaky for a moment before steadying himself.

It was just another nightmare. Claire entered, dressed in white, her face streaked with tears, and behind her came a crowd holding phones and cameras, storming in like a mob. "Thomas' mistress! Get out here!" Claire's sharp voice pierced my ears. I struggled to open my eyes, only to see her holding a large banner. [Expose the Homewrecker! Justice Will Be Served!] "Claire?" Margaret and Emily were stunned, not expecting Claire to show up before they finished their plan.

The class president rushed over in a panic, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he nearly fainted. Winston walked over and stood beside me. "We've been trying to catch this group for a long time, but they've been hiding too well. In the end, the trail led us to Peter. From there, we followed the clues and found Nydia." He paused, a bit embarrassed. "To avoid alarming them, we contacted your company and had you come back early. We thought you might refuse, but I'm glad you managed to find me. I'm sorry."

Arya, Leonardo, Ricardo, Roberto, Isabel, Dolores, and Penelope, along with several others, entered the underground hideout and saw that Henry had already opened a secret door. “He left the door open for us to follow him? He’s either an egotistical moron or just plain stupid,” Leonardo said. Isabel was horrified. “I never even knew about this secret door—right here, in the very room where I trained my girls.” “Henry comes from a line of corrupt priests, each one worse than the last. They’ve been pitting you all against each other for years. Of course, he knew more than he let on,” Ricardo said.

“Jesus, Belle. You okay? I saw them outside.” Annabelle’s pulse pounded in her ears. “They knew my name, Sofia. My real name.” Sofia came around the counter fast, grabbing her shoulders. “Hey, breathe. What the hell is going on?” Annabelle reached into her bag and pulled out a folded newspaper someone had shoved into her hands earlier. Her picture was on the front page: THE HIDDEN HEIRESS OF BLACKTHORNE EMPIRE. The subheading read: From Barista to Billion-Dollar Bloodline.

Jefferson has run underground, and I still have my men combing the world in search of him. If there is anyone very good at hiding, it is Jefferson Hoard. Rhea, on the other hand, is in my custody, still awaiting her banishment. So, I'm quite certain she is innocent. And Dominic… Dominic is a sick man who is barely holding up. His pack is literally in shambles, and even his father has no clue how to fix-