Novel & Cerita The Hidden Saintess Spoiler

Alicia is in tears. "No! you need to stay here for more years... You can't go out and be found this early! didn't you understand?!" Elise is panicking. she can't let Alicia leave this place and just be in danger. The Lazy Lucky Princess said that once Alicia is found to be the next Saint she will be in danger. She needed to hide until she could finally be blessed by the high priest! Elise grip Alicia’s hand, in the outside perspective she is like a mad girl who harassed Alicia because she is jealous.

“Don't tell me… you must be the pregnant lady,” “I think… I… am,” I stuttered, uncertain yet confident. “I had a child weeks before. I'm still grieving, but we discovered we had a mole in our palace too,” “Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed. “There’s something Stella has always been hiding, she never lets any maid go near a dungeon by the courtyard, Anna?” At that point, my mind froze with thoughts, my eyes watered again and Stacy… she stood there still processing how things got so dark in a matter of minutes.

But in her home on the lock of that forbidden attic trunk. The ground seemed to tilt beneath her feet. Her family hadn’t just known about this they had been part of it. She shoved the shard into her cloak, heart hammering. Her protector’s eyes narrowed as he noticed her trembling. “What did you find?” She hesitated, the iron shard heavy in her palm. For a fleeting second, she considered telling him. But then she remembered the way he had deflected her questions, the way his silence had screamed of secrets he wouldn’t share.

“It’s not just me, Saint. Everyone thinks you did it.” Saint let out a slow breath. “That’s because no one knows what really happened.” Brandon frowned. “Then tell me.” Saint studied him for a long moment. The tension between them was thick, unyielding. Then, he spoke. “Maya was hiding something,” he said quietly. “Something that got her killed.” Brandon narrowed his eyes. “And what exactly was she hiding?” Saint hesitated. Then, in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, he said, “She was protecting someone.”

"You've solved a big problem for me—how to explain to Don Castillo why I'm calling off the engagement. Now that you've taken my fiancé, I don't have to take the blame." Antonio's smile vanished. "You..." His eyes turned dangerous. "Aria Vincent, do you know who you're dealing with? If you cross the Saranto family, you and your own family will have nowhere to stand in New York." "Is that so?" I pulled out my phone in front of him. "Then I'd like to see whose power is greater..." I paused deliberately. "My backer's." Antonio froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Your backer?" He turned to everyone around. "Did you hear that? She says she has someone behind her!"

“Rowan I…. What do you mean? We were both present for the ritual and you saw the confirmation right?” “Did I?” I blurted, gritting my teeth, “Selena you remember that for some odd reason the ritual has loopholes and then all of a sudden the sage announced you the heiress… so now tell me Selena if I really saw the confirmation of if I just heard it from you and the sage who happens to be a relative of yours!” My tone hit the roof and the ground underneath me shook. “Look I can explain, Rowan, it’s really not what you think it is. I only did what I had to just to keep you to myself! I promise I’m still worth everything you –”

He was in the worst state that he could ever be, and he was boiling with rage and hatred, and as such, I really didn’t want to push him or force an answer out of him even though I didn’t have all the time in the world. “A lady picked up, much to my confusion, but she didn’t give anything away, and she asked me not to call her again,” I added. Then I waited for Saint to say something, at least. “She is the…woman I was with when Keith barged in and tried to kill me,” Saint eventually responded. Without saying much, I knew that Saint had been with a whore and fucking her when Keith assaulted him. I didn’t even want to imagine how embarrassing that could have been.

Hae-Jae barked, stepping in front of me. Sandra tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Oh, but it is. Imagine the headlines if certain people knew… imagine the whispers in church, in school, in every corner you try to hide in. Poor Anna, already stained once before, now again? People don’t forgive twice.” My blood ran cold. She knew. Maybe not everything, but enough to cut me open. “Get out,” Hae-Jae ordered, his voice dangerously calm. Sandra’s smile widened, as if she thrived on the fury she ignited. “Fine. But remember, secrets rot when you bury them. And I’m very good at digging.” She turned on her heel, her heels clicking like gunshots, and left the room.

Her face partially hidden, but her eyes downward. The caption read: The bride who vanished. My chest tightened. They showed her records. Her father’s name, a man who sold government secrets. A political exile, a traitor, a thief and a disgrace. “She may not have pulled the trigger,” our stepmother said venomously. “But that blood runs in her veins.” “She fooled all of us,” someone from logistics said. “I mean, she had us all charmed. Like a goddamn actress.” “She was raised by a martyr,” another muttered. “But you can’t outrun your DNA.”

My feelings for this woman right here, will never change. "You look so beautiful and radiant" I compliment, causing her to blush. "Thank you" "Are you back for good?" I question, hoping she's not going to leave again. "Yes, I am" I kiss her again, deeper this time, relishing in the oh-so-familiar taste of my wife's mouth. It feel like fucking ages since I kissed her, and I can't wait to make love to her, and when I start, I won't stop. "No hidden secrets?" She asks, referring to our lives five years ago "No hidden secrets" THE END.