Three Dirty Secrets Novels & Stories

"You know what ,I can't wait to expose all of your dirty secrets . I know that there's something that you are hiding away from us and I know that it's something that had to do with my mother ,well do a very good job and kept hiding it till the day you die , because when I find out that thing that you are hiding and it turns out to be something terrible ,you are so going to pay "She whispered quietly into my ears and at that moment I could feel the chills run down my spine . "What's going on here "his voice stopped us .

He slides it over to me. I want to look I want to know, but I’m I ready for the dark secrets that stain his soul. With trembling hands I flip it open. Numbers and names, a list, I pick it up and that’s when the darkness swallows me. I clasp my mouth shut as photos scatter onto the desk. Photos of people, dead people. Photos of women being held hostage. I gasp for air as some of the names are crossed out with a red pen. “What is this?” I ask, fearing the answer. “Keep looking, all the answers is in there.” His voice a whisper of horror. I lift my gaze, the fear in his eyes replicates mine.

****Dirty Secrets is gradually coming to an end. We have two more chapters to go **** Xavier Mary or whatever her name is is a variable I did not see coming. She walked in at the right time and saved me some time. Staring at her, I tried to figure out if this is just a charade. When a man is desperate just like myself, there is always a tendency for mistake; a mistake from a desperate man.

It would only creep her out and get her worried and he didn't want that. He also suspected it might be Sandy, so he couldn't take the risk, he had tried as much as possible not to bring up Sandy's name in their conversation, he knew how traumatizing her last experience was with Sandy and the last thing he wanted was to trigger that experience again. "Suit yourself, just be careful you know how women can be when it comes to secrets and she is now your wife," Hardin pointed out. "If you find out who is sending me those creepy messages on time, all this will be resolved in no time," Keir replied.

Andrew and Madelyn shared a look, her eyes falling to the ground when she saw the resolve in his, he was going to tell them the truth. “Amaya took a bet with her friends, if she was able to seduce the man of their choice, they would pay for the trip she took to Athens last year.” Aunt Eleanor gasped, expressing the way everyone felt.

"I know you're trying to blackmail me. I know you've been sexually abusing Sarah for the past year. I know you're obsessed with Jasmine. I know you're a fucking deviant, and a pervert and a fucking scumbag piece of shit, so let's get all the cards on the table, shall we?" Henry's gaze flicked back and forth between Mark and Connor, then back again. "I don't think so. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to put those guns away, you're going to let me go, or the world will be hearing a new tale of the billionaire triplets and their incestuous history. They'll hear of a cover-up, of bribery and blackmail, of extortion. And the best bit?" The old man paused for breath, smirking. "They'll

I’m alone in their massive house, horny and determined to make Damien lose control tonight. I start looking through their media room for something to watch… and I hit the jackpot. A hidden folder on their TV called “Private.” Inside are dozens of high-quality p**n videos — rough sex, cheating husbands, babysitter fantasies, creampies, degradation. Exactly my kind. My pussy throbs instantly. I put on one of the filthiest ones — a young babysitter getting brutally fucked by the married dad while his wife sleeps upstairs. The girl on screen is moaning like a whore, getting her pussy pounded mercilessly.

ELARA People have no clue how much their dirty looks and hushed whispers can destroy someone. I felt every single one of them. Thanks to Adrian’s surprise visit and Vivian’s explosive outburst, I’d become the hottest topic of gossip throughout the entire company. Now everyone saw me as the shameless homewrecker who tried to steal Vivian’s man the so-called power couple the media couldn’t stop talking about. I kept wondering how long it would take for them to get bored and move on to the next scandal.

“No more apologies. Just truth. Start from the beginning. Every detail.” I nodded, still breathless from the kiss, my lips tingling. We sank to the floor right there in the hallway, backs against the wall, knees touching as I began to unravel the web of secrets I’d been trapped in. The words poured out—about Mom’s early affairs, the way she’d manipulated Dad into bad investments to cover her tracks, the anonymous tips she’d sent to rivals to sabotage competitors. Dante listened intently, asking questions that probed deeper, his hand never leaving mine, fingers intertwined in a silent promise. Hours slipped by unnoticed, the party a distant roar. By the time I finished, my voice was hoarse, m

Kris moved behind me, close enough that I felt the heat of him without seeing him. “They’re coming in now,” he murmured. “Who?” He laughed under his breath. “The people who pay for secrets.” On the far screen, tiny windows started lighting up. One after another. Private access. Secure lines. Names too small to read at first, then clearer as the feed stabilized. Investment groups, medical boards and family trusts Old-money vultures in designer suits and pearl-stiff smiles. Men who looked like they had never once been told no. Men who bought judges, closed hospitals, buried scandals, and called it business. Women with diamonds at their throats and hunger in their eyes. The kind of people who c