The Secret Beneath Her Name Novels & Stories

Ruby sat in the tub reeling from the brief conversation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Dez** "Viktor! I found her; I'm leaving now." He was ecstatic and ready to leave. "Do not say where you are going. No one needs to know what you are doing. This must remain a secret until we know more about this situation." This was an odd request but he didn't mind. Dez was a private person anyway. "This may be more dangerous than I originally thought. Be extremely cautious." "I understand, I will text you after I get settled." He turned and was out of the building and in his car in less than thirty seconds.

It looks meek and harmless on the outside, but even his friends who could not hear the strange noise could feel a strange form of energy coming from it. “Are we supposed to go there,” Don asked. “It’s probably an old cupboard,” Alice added. “Funny, the Principal didn’t say anything about this,” Kirsten said suddenly. “Let’s see what’s behind this door,” said Van. Finally he will get to see what secret this door conceals. With shaking hand, he seizes the knob and swings the door open. And what they found startles them.

“From the consequences of opening a door her father closed. If she pries, she will find bones. And bones tell stories that the living deny.” “Then help me choose the door that bleeds the least.” For a long moment, only the faint hum of the building answered. Finally Ade leaned forward. “There is a name you should not speak in public. It sits beneath Belle’s, inked with the older hand.” Cillian waited. “Laurent.” Ade watched him weigh it. “Her maiden line was deeper than your friend knows.” “Is there another name under it?” Cillian asked softly. Ade lowered his gaze to the cane head, the metal worn smooth. “There is always another name.” He slid a card across the table. An address. No label.

It hadn’t needed to. There was only one place she hadn’t accessed yet. The sublevel. The door with the red scanner. The one Silas marked in his notebook with a single word: “Unseen.” It was 2:03 a.m. when she slipped past the West Wing hall monitor and moved through the underground corridor beneath the staff lounge. Her steps were quiet, careful, the air damp around her. She reached the red scanner. Swiped the card. Green light. Beep. Unlock.

And I don’t do anything personal. The car hummed around me, the low growl of the engine steady under my grip, but my thoughts refused to settle. She was still hiding something. I could see it in her eyes. But the secret wasn’t what consumed me now. It was her. Lila Bennett. The woman I had once pulled into my bed in a moment of weakness, only to shove her away by morning. I could still see her face that morning, the flicker of hurt in her eyes when I told her it was a mistake.

She wanted to disappear from the world and never to return. Liza exits the bathroom trying to remain calm and collected , she makes her way towards the elevator and selects the basement as she tries to steady her breaths. The descent to the basement feels like it is taking longer than normal which grows her fury more. She began aimlessly scrolling on her phone trying to distract herself from the moment, the elevator stops and she steps out without looking and runs into none other than Jack.

She could sense everyone's eyes on her but she didn't give a damn. Her stomach twisted into knots and she held onto it as her shoulders shook from her loud guffaws. Denzel pressed his lips together and walked over to place a shaky hand on her shoulder, however, she shifted out of his reach as she hiccuped another chortle. "Forever in our hearts? Baby Montgomery? I couldn't even name my daughter. Hear that?" She waggled her index finger at Kai, Maverick, Mya, and the rest of the pack that surrounded the field behind the pack house before settling on Denzel. "I couldn't name her. She's six feet beneath the ground. Nameless." Cinnia scoffed and shook her head.

The private family vault in Beverly Hills felt like a tomb wrapped in luxury, its dim lighting casting long shadows across marble floors and steel doors that hid decades of dark secrets. Elara stepped inside with her heart in her throat, the air thick with dust and the metallic scent of old money mixed with betrayal. Sienna waited at the center of the vault, elegant and dangerous in a sleek black dress, her smile never reaching her eyes as she gestured to stacks of old documents spread across a polished table. The documents promised answers about the empire, but Elara could feel the trap closing around her with every step she took deeper into the dimly lit space.

"Jasmine's just too eager to prove herself, Miles. Being a corporate executive has always been her dream. She's just playing pretend." Then, she reached out and tried to pull me away. "Let's get off the stage first, Jasmine. Don't get in their way, okay?" "The letter of intent is correct." Ignoring her, I calmly took out my passport and flipped it open to reveal my Aelish name. "I only use my Hanic name when I'm here. It's only natural that you weren't aware."

Most of all, her green eyes held a dangerous glint, one which sent a frisson of fear from me. “But Leo, there's something about you that you don't know. A secret which I think you'll love to hear.” She stood up and faced him. Confusion filled me. What on earth was she talking about? “What the hell are you talking about?” Sierra asked, reflecting my thoughts. The blonde woman feigned a surprised face. “Oh, so it seems like none of you knew? How could it be what I could tell from a glance?” “Didn't you know? Your child. What's his name again? Treasure."