Novel & Cerita The Player Hides His Past

Her legal training screamed at her to analyze, to react, but her personal history, her deep, old fears, just froze her. He turned. Their eyes met. Ethan. The well-known billionaire. Four years of hiding, building, pretending. It all shattered in that one moment. The simple, peaceful life she had painstakingly carved out for herself was suddenly fragile, exposed. His eyes, tired but sharp, widened. Then they looked at Clyde, who was holding up his own carved bird, just like the one in Ethan’s hand. Clyde, innocent and smiling, had a mischievous glint in his dark eyes.

The past became Fergus' scars, so I'd rather let him have her to achieve peace and unity. " By the way,-------- " I moved my eyes to Fergus when I heard him spoke. He's already near the door, smiling. " I'll promise that I'm never gonna let you down again, father in law! " He said and then stepped out. Right! I thought that I can let them avoid the pain, but all I can do is to serve my dear Demonise to him. But why? Why does Fergus want to hide their darkest past? When infact, he might used it as his ace?

Even though he hasn't gambled in almost six years, at least from what the private investigator I ordered to keep an eye on his finances told me, seeing that huge amount of money in his bank account every day might probably bring back the part of him he was trying to bury. My heart twinged and I found myself feeling bad for him. He has been trying so hard to reform himself, to ensure that he doesn't go back to who he was before, yet, a part of me still couldn't trust him completely. “Is that all? Is there something else you're hiding from me? Something I should know?” He looked at me, his eyes widened with surprise.

What else were they hiding from him? **********************************************************************

He has helped me rebuild my confidence, bought my company back, and stood beside me when everyone else thought I was dead. But then—that footage. I can’t ignore it. All this time, he had the proof that could have helped me reclaim everything, but he hid it from me. I push myself up slowly, every movement feeling heavier than it should, and walk to the bed. I sit on the edge, elbows on my knees, head hanging low. “He said he hid it because he wanted to be my hero,” I whisper bitterly, my eyes stinging. “What kind of person does that?” I roll my eyes and exhale sharply. “Chase,” I mutter flatly.

The shadow of a long-forgotten secret loomed over us, threatening to shatter the fragile peace we had found. With trepidation in his eyes, Xander confided in me, sharing the truth that had haunted him for years. He revealed his involvement in an underground secret society, a dark world that he had long since distanced himself from. It was a past he had buried deep, hoping it would never resurface.

Water had spread across the marble, glistening like tears. I sank to the floor beside it. Jon used to say guilt is just weakness dressed up as morality. That if you can bury it deep enough, it stops hurting. Maybe he was right for himself. But I never learned how to bury mine. I only learned how to hide it — behind money, power, charm. Behind her love. And now that she’s gone, there’s nothing left to hide behind. For years, I told myself I’d done everything to protect her — from my father, from the truth, from the blood that stained my hands. But maybe it was delusional to think I could shield her from an horrendous past.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve heard you say that?” “This is different.” His voice was fierce now, desperate. “There is no child, Amara. Not mine. That’s what they want you to believe, but it isn’t true.” “Then why, ” She broke off, pressing her palms to her temples as if to keep her head from splitting apart. “Why does it sound like you’re hiding something again? Why do you always make me feel like I’m drowning in half-truths?” Adrian dragged in a sharp breath, his chest heaving. “Because the past doesn’t stay buried, no matter how much I want it to. There are people, powerful enemies, who will do anything to destroy me. And now they’re using this.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one surrounded by strangers with power and secrets.” He stood then, pacing toward the window. “Everyone here has secrets, Ophelia. Even me.” “Then tell me one.” He turned slowly. “What?” “Tell me a secret,” I said. “You asked me to be honest. To obey you. But if we’re going to play that game, I want to know what it is you’re hiding too.” His expression darkened not with anger, but something more dangerous. Sorrow. “I had a mate once,” he said quietly. “Years ago.”

She was looking at it closely, trying to decipher what’s beyond those golden irises. “You promised, Zheira. You promised not to read me.” “I’m not trying to read you.” She shook her head repeatedly. “You’re never really good at lying, are you?” He pinched her nose. She diverted her gaze when her cheeks flushed red. “Fine! I just want to know what you’re hiding from me. Why don’t you want me to read you?” Ruffling her hair, he said, “My life is a constant haze of dark mystery. Its stain will cover anyone who stray in its depth. In fact, my past is darker than that serial murder case you’re so worried about.”