Romans & histoires The Secret Garden Book

"You've got no right to talk about love. A hidden girlfriend? Nah, just my replacement." Anger surged within me. Before I could shoot back, her smile turned cruel. She shoved past me, knocking my shoulder hard. "Know your place." Her footsteps faded, leaving me clutching my chest. The pain was unbearable. Luke failed me, but Karma always came back around. Once I calmed down, I went home. Mike called. "Your fiancé got you an animal biology book with real specimens inside. Pretty cool, right? How are you going to thank me?"

Spotting a spot on the TV cabinet, I moved to set it there. In that brief moment, I missed the panic flashing across Nydia's face. As I placed the cake down, something in the drawer beneath the TV caught my attention—a faint, mysterious red light. Instinctively, I reached out to investigate, but Nydia hurried over and wrapped her arms around me. "Oh, come on. You just got home, and that's all you care about?" she teased, playfully tapping my chest. With her warm embrace and soft fragrance enveloping me, I let go of my curiosity. Scooping her up, I carried her straight to the bedroom.

“First of all I know that this is fatal, I can’t possibly reveal it to the Barnet family members. You know Mrs. Barnet has a heart disease. Knowing Miller’s dying condition, especially that her beloved son is an opium addict, a drunkard and a womanizer. Do you think this is a good thing?” “Then, can you make Mr. Barnet come back in a short time? Isn’t that impossible, Miss?” Maria swallowed hard and then nodded her head perfectly. “I have a secret residence in the middle of the forest near Berlin, and until now it can be said to be safe. I have acquaintances who are the best neurologists and surgeons in the country. By giving them a little money and a request, I am sure that they will keep q

"The garden. The book. Nothing else." He held her hand. "Yes," he said. She got up. Got dressed. Went to find the book. The collection was thin. A small paperback with a faded blue cover. The kind of book that had been read many times and showed it ... the spine slightly cracked, the pages a little soft at the corners, a bookmark that had been in the same place so long it had left a faint mark on the page. She found it on the third shelf in the study. She took it to the garden.

Dripping for the married man. 🫦💦 Chapter 5: Secret routine Mrs. Harrow came home on Sunday evening with a suitcase full of gifts and a tired smile. I helped carry her bags upstairs while Adrian greeted her in the entryway with a hand on her lower back and a kiss on the cheek that looked practiced. From where I stood on the stairs, it looked normal. Like nothing in the house had changed while she was gone. I did my work the same way I always had. Adrian stayed in his office longer than usual. When we passed each other in the hallway, our eyes held for half a second too long before one of us looked away.

Seeing the misunderstanding and wanting- no needing- to keep it from escalating, he added, "Haven't added another secretary since you left. Finbarr does everything around here. My only secretary is you." Isabella remembered those three years she had worked as his secretary and narrowed her eyes, "Couldn't possibly be easy to report to you about your girlfriends and such." "There aren't any girlfriends, Isabella." "Hmm." "Bella…" but whatever he had to say was interrupted by the woman who had knocked, irritating Ronan. Why was he being disturbed at such a time? Seeing his frustration, Isabella shook her head, "Let Maeve come in. I'll hide." Ronan wrinkled his brows, "Hide? What for? You said

Jo POV I saw him before he saw me. Giovanni Romano — heir to one of New York’s most powerful mafia families — was standing by the preschool gates like a man who hadn’t slept in days. He’d been there since sunrise. Waiting. Watching every mother who came to drop off her child, hoping one of them might be me. When a little boy with dark curls came running toward the gate, Giovanni froze. He stepped forward, whispering hoarsely, “Leo?”

We reach over to where our cars are parked, I don't wait for Nikolai to open the door for me before I do that, we need to hurry and end this day, Nikolai makes his way to the driver seat and takes off. After about 35mins filled with empty thoughts and silence we arrived at the Volkov's Estate. The place is looking rich.Guards are stationed out at every corner of the house, the beauty of the house is there but nothing I've never seen We make our way to the doorstep and as we press the doorbell, the door opens, Valerius and Elara Volkov greet us with a chilling politeness. Isabella stands beside her father, in a soft blue dress. She is beautiful. Her dark hair cascades over her shoulders, and

My parents asked if I’d lost something; I mumbled about a homework assignment and locked myself in. I couldn’t sleep. Every creak of the house, every gust of wind outside, made me jump. The journal was gone. And secrets never stayed hidden forever.

Just smiled that same quiet smile and looked down at her blanket again. I pushed down the small flicker of unease that threatened to rise. Kids get moody sometimes. She was fine. She had to be fine. “Alright, little star,” I said, opening her favourite book, The Secret Garden. “Let’s see what happens tonight, hmm?” By the second page, her eyes were drooping. By the fifth, her breathing had softened into the steady rhythm of sleep. I closed the book gently and sat there for a moment, watching her.