Novel & Cerita The Secrets Of My Life

Seb finally says. "Name it." I swallow. "You play Cold Secrets with me." *** Cold Secrets. The sadistic game that Seb invented when we were kids, in one of our almost daily trips to the 7/11 near our school. The rules are simple. We each drink a Slurpee and try to stop a brain freeze and whoever’s unsuccessful at it tells the other person a secret. The first time I played it, my migraine didn't stop for days and I vowed to never let him talk me into it again. Obviously, since I just agreed at doing it with him again now, I have failed my past self.

Sienna I stumbled down the hallway, the height of my panic overriding the friction of the hidden blade high on my thigh. My lungs burned with air that felt too thin, my mind screaming with the names that had just shattered my whole life. Talia. Dave. Alvarez. Twenty-three years of my life, a lifetime of shared secrets, school lunches, and childhood memories, had just all been a carefully planned lie. I rounded the corner near the private arched entryway, my chest heaving, and there he was.

When she heard me recounting the incident I had gone through with reddened eyes, her eyes turned red as well. "Oh god… Thank goodness you're back, Roxy! Otherwise, I don't think I'll be able to continue living in this world without you! I can't believe that Parson bastard broke up with that poor woman in this way back then! What a monster! I'm going to file for a divorce with him right away!" Only then did my mom tell me about the incident she had kept a secret for more than 20 years. Back then, she had found out about my dad cheating on her with another woman when she was pregnant with me. In fact, my dad had been cheating on her for a few years by then. The mistress got pregnant at an earl

"Adam, don't marry her. I found the rings. I told you once I'd save up and replace them with the most expensive pair I could find. I wasn't lying!" She fumbled in another pocket and lifted a velvet box. "See? I wasn't lying!" She looked at me with the eyes of somebody who needed an answer. I did not even look at the box. I took the original rings out of her hand and tossed them. They rolled into a planter at the side of the lobby. She let out a sound. "No!" I almost laughed. "Ms. Lake, are you still trying to fool me? Are you not done with the playing-poor act yet?"

He explains. “But instead, you made me the CEO because your wife needed content for the book she was writing.” I say, my voice laced with annoyance. “You should read it, it’s called The Deadly Secrets Of The CEO.” He says and my mind goes to the night that we dumped Kate’s body. Jimmy was incredibly drunk and when we was taking him to our building, he was muttering a bunch gibberish in his sleep. But he also said something. Something that didn’t go unnoticed.

I just decided to take the easy way out, burying my head like an ostrich, unwilling to admit the fact that he just came back into my life. And a random photo of me staring at him gets pinned to my locker door and is now posted on social media. What was that all about? Oh yes, talking about the post…. I quickly dug out my phone and opened up to the F******k page. It’s an open page where everyone can post anything, and it now has more followers than before. I scrolled down the page trying to search for that damn photo. I felt my heart skip a beat when I found it. Among the photos posted, this one gained traction. Hundreds of shares and likes and fifty-plus comments.

"Because I wanted to do one heroic thing before I die. And because you deserve to know that there might be answers to questions about that particular phase of your life." *** I left the restaurant an hour later, in autopilot mood. At this point, I think my life is a serialized drama. When you think one drama has been settled, another rears its head. And it's even funnier that this drama and secrets are always tied between the circle of people I know. It's more like I'm the side character in my own story. Everyone else gets information on secrets about me, even before I do. How strange. My hands weren't shaking anymore, and my breathing was normal now.

I feel like it might explode any second now. So many secrets, because of which, people I love are in danger. Until a few months ago I never thought my life holds so many secrets in its pages. The more I open, the more they spill. Will I be able to survive all this? What is the purpose of me? Why does so many people are suffering?

And my content creation life. I wouldn't stop those. I couldn't. They were mine. My escape. My choice. My secret. Alexander might know about them now, but that didn't mean he owned them. He didn't own me either. I pulled my suitcase from the closet. I grabbed my handbag and stuffed everyhing i had brought . i had wasted my time . That was going to hurt for awhile but that was life. With every item I placed inside, I felt a little more certain.

Me in my tailored suits, smiling at cameras, shaking hands with politicians and businessmen. And beneath every photo: Monster. Predator. Criminal. “No!” I threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall and shattered. How? How did they find out? I’d been so careful. And I kept everything separate from my public life. I never left a trail. Someone fucking talked, but that isn’t possible. Secrecy has always been our bedrock. I stumbled out of bed, my legs barely holding me. My chest still hurt. Everything hurts. I grabbed my laptop from the desk. Opened it with trembling fingers.