Three Dirty Secrets Novels & Stories

Soft cool air fans my head, blowing away the hotness, and I can breathe again. “What did you say?” I gasp quietly. “Are you alright, Miss Sienna?” Dr. Gwen asks patiently. “Sienna?” Elias whispers shakily beside me. I drag in a deep breath and nod. “Yes.” He sighs and squeezes my hand, then sits down. Dr. Gwen gestures to the screen again. “You’re having triplets, ma’am.” I open my mouth. I try to say something, stretching it wider, but my throat is choked. I close, open, close.

“Those accounts... they’re part of a settlement I’m negotiating. It’s complicated, but I swear it has nothing to do with the foundation.” Sophie narrowed her eyes. “Then why hide it? Why the secrecy?” Richard’s gaze dropped to the table. “Because I’m being blackmailed,” he admitted quietly. “Someone found out about the merger and my involvement. They’re threatening to expose old, damaging secrets unless I pay up.” Sophie exchanged a stunned look with James and Alex. This revelation was unexpected, throwing them into deeper uncertainty. If Richard was telling the truth, they were all entangled in a dangerous web.

“I dug deeper than dirt. What I found is rot.” He pushed the folder toward me. I flipped it open, scanning page after page. Fraudulent accounts. Illegal partnerships. Bribery. Affairs swept under rugs. Even whispers of embezzlement. The Madison family wasn’t just dirty—they were drowning in secrets. A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “They’ve built their empire on lies.” Ethan’s gaze was steady. “With this, you could dismantle them overnight.” I closed the folder, my hand resting firmly on it. For the first time in days, the fury within me simmered into a cold calm.

"The third guest bedroom on the third floor of the west courtyard on the left. There is a secret crack on the third floor of the wardrobe on the left, where your private money is hidden. It is one of the secret bases you hide your money from Grandma." Hamza's pupils dilated. Braint continued, "The seventh room on the seventh floor of the east courtyard, underneath the seventh flower pot on the balcony, hid a lot of cigarettes. You secretly kept them behind grandma's back and you go there every three days to 'relax'." Hamza were shocked. "And the back garden..." Hamza's pupils collapsed. He only had four secret bases in total, and three of them had been dug out by this guy. How could he live?

I pushed the brown locks away from his forehead and slowly my smile began to slip. How can we keep this a secret? How long can I continue to be the Beta’s dirty little secret? I laid back in the bed with a small smile and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure how much longer it would be before the world found out, but for now, I wanted to be happy.

Jamie disappeared without a sound, leaving us alone with the ghosts in those pages. I flipped the first file open. The words blurred then sharpened with terrible clarity. Each line punched the air from my lungs. Bank transfers. Secret meetings. Compromising photos. Every dirty secret Alex thought was buried. My knuckles turned white around the edges. "How—" "Please." Rolin's chuckle was dark velvet. "I breathe this air." Typical. The man collected secrets like others collected art. I kept reading, the room shrinking with every page. My ex-husband's life unfolded in damning detail:

“You’ll what? Rot another decade in this hole? You have no power left, Jackson. You’re a ghost clinging to a world that’s forgotten you.” The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing like a gavel. Inside the cell, Killian Jackson pressed his shaking hands to his face and let out a sound that hadn’t escaped him in years, a raw, broken sob. Somewhere far above, the world kept moving. But deep underground, a secret buried thirty three years ago had just begun to breathe again.

I never really bought into fairy tales; those stories seemed too good to be true. After losing my parents, I realized everything has its expiration date. The impending end of my relationship with Mario is almost palpable. Despite the chaos brewing, my feet stay firmly planted on the ground. Now, about that mysterious note – being at the Princetons’, I figure they’ve probably left one at my house. The thought makes my heart skip a beat. “Who’s trying to blackmail me?” I type on my notes app with determination.

Maybe I was chasing wild goose after all. -"Anyway I have sent several teams to scan the area. I will find him. He can't be hiding forever" Richard said determined. -"I am glad to hear it!" -"There is another subject we have to discuss and agree on..." Richard said decisively. -"Which is?" -"My shares on the trafficking business" -"You know we can't continue on with that business. We are under the watchful eye of the Council, a lot is at stake!" I reasoned. -"We are losing money Bartholomew... a lot...." Richard commented angrily.

"Eighty thousand. I'm pretty sure my business partner, Ryan, has something to do with it, too. He's the only other person with access. He denies it, though. I don't believe him, but the cops aren't even a little suspicious of him because he and his wife are stinking rich, but no one else would have had access to the account." "Honestly, it could be anybody. Hackers are crazy resilient. Once they get their hands on your money, they have ridiculous resources, and the good ones never get caught." Cassie shook her head, getting back on track. "Anyway, I have some things to talk to you about, and Ryan is just part of it. Do you mind if I record this part of the conversation?" "Not at all. I have