The Secret Beneath Her Name Novels & Stories

Like he was starving and she was the only meal left on earth. And I cared about the way she had frozen. I knew she had secrets. I knew "Alessia Moretti" was a beautiful fortress built over the ruins of a woman who had been badly hurt. I knew she had run from a marriage that almost killed her. I had never pushed for the name. I didn't care who he was. I didn't care that she wasn't born Alessia Moretti. I had known since the day I found her washing tables in Italy that she was a woman carved from secrets. I had accepted the mystery because I wanted the woman.

"But your mate, she is hidden in the part of the palace that does not exist on the maps. You cannot find it on your own." My heart pounded. "Where? If you help me I will give you anything you want." The woman glanced around again, then leaned in so close I felt her breath against my shoulder. "The lower floors, Alpha," she whispered. "The ones with no doors. The ones the guards pretend lead to a storage. There was a secret room inside." She lifted her eyes to mine. "There is a sealed wing beneath the palace. An old wing. Forgotten by most... except the Alpha King."

EVELYN’S POV I make my way through the dimly lit private room of the club, itching to get my mind off work. I left Evelyn Harper at the entrance of the club, and now, only Mistress V remains, a confident woman in latex and a mask covering my face. This is my escape, after a day of being the invisible secretary who fetches coffee and schedules meetings for the most terrifying man in the city, I can be Mistress V. I can finally be seen, I can give out orders. This is why I love Mistress V, she lives a life that is opposite to mine, and when I’m her, I forget the hell I live through as Evelyn.

She pushed him out of the way before taking her hair pin and then opening the metal box and on opening it, she opened her mouth in shock… it was a secret way to an underground basement. “Thanks for nothing “‘she told the goon who was down with flabbergas before kicking him away. She put her leg in, it was all about the money and she could do anything for it. As she climbed down, she looked up. If any of the other goons came and saw the metal box open, they’d definitely raise an alarm so she closed the box, forgetting she didn’t have the key or card to swipe it open.

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

That was how they worked, in silent communication and sync, so much so that they never accepted other people to switch or join them. Selena squatted at the end of the hallway by the wall where there was a fluffy door mat and ran her hand through it. Smooth, no lump or irregularities meaning it was either still new or never used. She moved it and smiled at her finding. A tiny key hole. Typical rich people. She thought. They either had a secret something behind a painting or behind a book shelf or under their floor boards. The owner of the house fell under the last category, thus explaining the thick ceiling. She pulled at one of the boards but it didn't budge. Pushing it didn't work out eithe

Her hand reached up subconsciously, fingers tracing the ring on her finger. Still there. Still heavy. A ghost of a promise long broken. Not from George. But from the one before him. Sebastian. The name came unbidden now, like a curse whispered through the halls. She hadn’t spoken it in months. She had buried it beneath papers, fake smiles, and a carefully crafted life that was never really hers. She rose from the bed and moved to her drawer, unlocking the small wooden box hidden beneath her scarves. Inside was a photograph—creased, worn, faded.

And then, at the very bottom of the box, we got to my diary. The one that I had hidden in a secret compartment in the dresser that I thought my mother knew nothing about. The one that I had written in about the bullying and abuse that I suffered. The one that I had confided some of my darkest and deepest insecurities. Ashley saw my face and frowned. “Jenna?” “It’s my … my … my d-d-d-d-iary,” I whispered. “It’s here. Which means she found it. Which means… she read it.”

In that instant, it felt as if all the blood drained from my body. Why? Why would she do this? She was my mother. Why would she treat me like this? I stumbled backward, barely able to keep my balance. My back bumped into the desk behind me, and a box slid off the bookshelf and crashed to the floor. The lid popped open. Inside were old photos from my childhood. I bent down and picked one up. They were pictures of me as a kid. But underneath them, I noticed something else. My mother's diary. I opened it.

" She glanced apologetically at her father whose face was squished in dissatisfaction. They clapped slowly. She waved her hand up in the air. "And Secondly," Her eyes darkened dangerously. "I Zoey Hart is here to reveal the secret that my mother, Priya and my elder sister, Alexis had successfully managed to keep all this years,"