Novel & Cerita The Secret Queen

Sophia leaves a note besides the card with the pin code and other things that Anna will need to know. **** Anna dreams that she is a Queen of her own kingdom…wait a minute, why must she call it a kingdom? She is Queen of her own Queendom. And in her Queendom, girls are free to live how they like and anyone who tries to restrict or slut-shame them is sentenced to the guillotine. Anna’s right hand man is her father who often gives her excellent advice and calls her ‘Scout’ like the little girl in ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’.

I tell her. She frowns. “What’s up…” “I need Simone Wells. David’s brother wants to hire someone to be his Fiancée until he gets his promotion…" I explain. Her frown deepens. “And you’re sure Simone could, do it?” she asks. “She’s one of the only women we have that could pass as a doctor’s wife…” I remind her. “Rather send in. Quinn Daily.” She says. I bite my lip. Quinn was gorgeous, long blonde locks, sea blue eyes her entire face was made to be a model. The only problem we had with her was that her clients always fell in love with the role she played.

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!"

~DAMON AND ELISHA~ "How did things work out with you and your girlfriend?" Elisha asked over the phone, speaking to Damon. He didn’t understand why he had picked up the phone when he saw her name on the called I.D. If he were smart he’d be avoiding any unnecessary conversations with her. After all, she was the other woman. She was a secret that no one could find out about. Damon took a deep breath. Should he be letting her into his personal life?

She looked left and right nervously. “Fine! I will tell you! But we need to be somewhere private, somewhere quiet that there are only two of us.” The request left him perplexed. What was the reason for the privacy? It was just a small query about her hurt foot healing. It shouldn’t be a big deal. Is there more secret she hadn’t told him? His distrust only grew, but he nodded and let her lead him to a private place where there were only the two of them as she requested.

It belonged to someone else. But Officially, in a secret file that no one can excess to, Every empire, every investment, every signature, every victory—it all began and ended with one woman. Madelyn Davenport... The invisible queen behind the throne. The secret that forced her to join under Wyne that day...

Serious. Focused. “What happened?” Ronan’s voice turned colder. “Nightfang.” Silas added, “Dungeon.” Kael finished, “Poison.” The Queen’s eyes darkened. “Who?” “Maris,” Ronan said. No hesitation. No doubt. Silence followed. Heavy. Dangerous. The Queen inhaled slowly. “Bring her inside.” --- They moved quickly through the hidden passage. No servants. No noise. No witnesses. Only trusted space. A concealed chamber deep within the mountain.

her partner said in return, sipping from her wine, "She's already a walking ghost. She's nothing compared to our queen, Isabella." another said, "yeah, I really like Isabella. She keeps it real, and stays classy while at it." "tell me about it."

“I’m not asking.” She flung the double doors open. The queen sat by the window, sipping rose tea like a ghost carved from marble. Her lavender robes flowed like mist, her crown abandoned on the side table. She didn’t look surprised to see her daughter, only... resigned. “I was wondering when you’d come,” she said softly. “You lied to me.” Ceres’s voice trembled. “About everything. About Cairos. About Xavier. How long were you going to keep this secret?”

Slowly, the story began to change from the heroic four to the three iron ladies, and she was slowly left behind, but because she was friends with the iron ladies, no one dared to play with her. After all four of them were recruited into Queens by Ace eight years ago to manage it she was sent to the branch which was here in Toronto to be the main head while the other three became the heads of the headquarters. It showed the strength difference between her and the three showing how far they have left her behind in strength. But she wasn't dissatisfied as, at her age, she had already understood that strength is everything. In a sense, the real Queens is the headquarters base and we are just 'pr