Novel & Cerita Their Dirty Little Secret

It seems like a dirty secret was hidden by his soon-to-be ex-husband. "I will tell you when the time comes. Liam's face changed from glee to ugly. He had been waiting for this to happen for a long time. He can't just tolerate his cousin's actions anymore. "Oh, I'm not going to die if I knew about it, right?" In the world of the rich, he saw in one of the movies that whoever knew a dirty secret was most likely to end up in the underworld. He was only alive again for a short time, so he had no plans to see death's door for now.

"It's dark. The street is empty. No one will ever find out." "Aubrey," he warned, but his breath was coming in short, ragged gasps. "I mean it, no one will know. Our dirty little secret." "Yuna..."

I was no longer his. I was Damien Blackwood’s dirty little secret… and I was loving every second of it.

"I don't suppose there's any discrete way of throwing this out, is there?" "Oh my God, no," I say. "Not up here. You want the staff knowing we screwed?" "I'm sure your father has hidden cameras or something in the house," Marcus says, his voice calm. "No way," I say, my heart beating wildly in my chest. "Oh my God. You don't think he does, do you?" Marcus laughs. "Relax, darlin'," he says. "It's our dirty little secret." Then I watch as he puts the condom in my teacup.

Autumn had never truly believed in keeping secrets, lying, or avoiding reality. She knew she wasn't perfect—she'd told her share of little white lies, hidden things from her aunt, covered up crushes, failed quizzes, even fibbed about where she’d been after curfew back when she used to hang out with Calvin. But this? This was something else entirely. This secret throbbed in her chest like a second heartbeat, heavy and insistent, every time she glanced at the man lying in the spare bedroom. It was the kind of secret that demanded attention, refusing to be buried beneath ordinary worries.

The filthy secret that made me feel like the most desired, claimed woman on the planet. I chose the outfit he loved most for days like this—one that screamed professional power while hiding the depraved truth underneath. A crisp white silk blouse that hugged my full breasts just right, the top button left strategically open so the silver buckle of my collar peeked out like a secret promise only he would notice. A high-waisted pencil skirt in deep navy that clung to my ass and hips like a second skin, short enough to tease but long enough to pass boardroom standards—barely. Sheer black stockings with delicate garters he’d rip off with his teeth later, and sky-high Louboutins that made my legs

Our dirty little secret was wide open, and I never wanted it to end. But as I drifted toward sleep, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Mom’s name flashed on the screen.

He noticed June was still nowhere to be found after they were done eating and Keir was back, he got bored with their chit-chat and decided to come to check their little secret hideout when they were young. He had been standing by the door for some time watching June smoke and she seemed to be thinking deeply about something that she didn't feel his presence behind her, it seemed she and Octavia were close because no one came to this part of the house because it could only be accessed through a secret passage which only Keir knew about. "It is alright," June replied about to throw the cigarette behind her on the floor. "May I have that?" Hardin asked moving towards her, he reached for her han

Her mind was numb when she pushed herself away from the kitchen island and took a step back from the offending paperwork. Anyone else would have been ecstatic to not have to pay back any student loans, and maybe after the shock wore off, she would be grateful. But Roman had just shown her that he didn’t value her opinion at all. He had shown her that he could do whatever he wanted whether she liked it or not. He was tangling himself in the part of her life that was not supposed to include him. How would she ever explain this to her parents? What if someone from the admissions office put two and two together? She would be paranoid for the next few years that someone would guess who had paid h

“You’re talking nonsense. I’m leaving. Thanks for dinner.” I started walking, but he grabbed my wrist. “Let go. What the hell are you doing?” I glanced around, worried people were staring. Derek was well-known here, and so was I. The last thing I needed was a paparazzo snapping a photo of us. “Give me a chance, Elara. I’ll take care of your son too,” he begged, dropping the one secret I’d kept hidden for years. My eyes widened in horror. “H-how do you know?”