The Secret She Keeps Mga Nobela at Kwento

She backed away from him. "I'm serious honey I can't, it's a top secret" he tried to touch her but she retreated once more. "Top secret?" She asked and when he nodded, she continued, "fine, keep hiding your top secret while I hide my top body" she turned, picking the stereo remote and turning off the music, shutting Nina up. "What are you doing?" Michael asked when she flung the remote on the couch and turning to leave the living room. "Staying away from you till you decide to tell me your top secret" she slammed the door after her.

“I’m going to have to pay her more, aren’t I?” “Or fire her.” “Firing her means someone else finds out. That woman has served three generations of Kesingtons. She knows secrets that could sink empires.” I lifted a brow. “So now I’m a state secret?” He rolled toward me, his hand sliding to my waist. “Something like that.” My smile dropped. I sat up, letting the blanket fall away from my chest. “That’s not funny.” Callum blinked. “What?” “You calling me a secret. ‘Something like that.’ Like I’m a scandal you’re trying to cover up.”

she drawled looking away from me and I swallowed “You’re so desperate to keep your little secret,” she said, her voice almost teasing. “Fine. I’ll keep quiet.” Relief flooded through me, but it was short-lived when she opened her mouth to speak “But,” she said, her eyes gleaming with triumph, “you’ll have to earn it.” “What do you mean?” I asked, my heart sinking, I should have expected that She smirked, crossing her arms. “Oh, Lunette. If you want me to keep your precious secret, you’ll do exactly as I say.”

Her cautious behaviour confused me, and curiosity quickly took over. Then, without a word, she stepped inside where I was and shut the door behind her. “Can I trust you?” she whispered. I nodded. “Can you keep a secret?” She asked, her eyes locked on mine. I nodded again, my curiosity growing even stronger. "Please, I'm risking my life telling you this. What I'm about to tell you is prohibited from coming out of people's mouths like mine. I’ve seen what they do to anyone who spills this secret,” she said, her voice low and serious.

“Well, you didn’t do it. I don’t see why you should be held responsible for what your parents did.” I frown at her. “I’m pretty sure everyone else will disagree with that.” “Screw them. We’re besties now. And besties are secret keepers. Everyone knows Alphas and Betas are best secret keepers because we have to be. So, I won’t tell a soul,” she says, putting her fingers to her lips and pretending to lock them and tossing away the key. I huff out a laugh. It’s ridiculous, but I’m glad she doesn’t seem to care.

“The compromise that we reached was that Beth would move in with me, but into her own bedroom, and as friends. The elders think that the mate bond, even if it isn’t healed, still carries with it healing properties.” “What about us?” I refused to become my mother. I would never agree to be the other woman. “We carry on like normal. Just … in secret for a while.” I almost choked on my own saliva. “You have to be kidding. Please, tell me that you are kidding.” “Jenna, please understand. It’s the best way. And it’s only temporary.” “Why do we need to be mates in secret? If you aren’t getting back together with Beth, then why does it matter if everyone knows about us?”

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

"That's not going to happen." "It could." She turned to face me. "If you let it." I walked to the door. "We're done here." "One kiss." I stopped. She stepped closer. "One kiss. And I'll keep your secret. I'll tell your father I saw nothing. I'll make sure no one suspects you." I turned to face her. She was standing close now. Close enough that I could see the hunger in her eyes. The desperation. The need to win. "No."

She is a smart woman after all . I shoved the thought aside and focused on gathering my things for the afternoon shift. One step at a time. One day at a time. I was slipping my phone into my bag when another vibration buzzed in my palm. Another message. But this one made the blood drain from my face. Unknown number: “You managed to keep a secret for ten years or at least you thought so.” Beneath the words, an image loaded slowly onto the screen. My heart pounded against my ribs until I thought it might crack.

Protected her father’s empire from collapse. Now she was about to burn it. A guard returned with a secure laptop. She opened it and began typing. Encrypted folders appeared one by one. Hidden accounts. Dead drops. Blackmail archives. Footsteps returned behind her. Alexei stopped a few feet away. He watched the screen. “How many secrets?” he asked quietly. She didn’t look up. “Enough,” she said. Dmitri walked closer. “And you’re giving them to us?” “No,” she corrected. “I’m trading them.”