Tragic Romance Secret Lair Novels & Stories

”I guess you must be Cherry Sylvester or Should I say Cherry Alphonso? After she had asked me, I looked and replied with a smile. “Yes, I am.”I guess I was quite known as the wife of a CEO Billionaire. “As you know, I am Vivian Gallante. I am a very successful model.” I could feel the pride in the way she was speaking. “I and Leonard used to f**k. We were lovers”Her condescending tone and expression had said the kind of person she was. “We used to be lovers. I was the only woman he had ever loved. We just had a little disagreement and then we broke up.”The smile on my face dropped after she had said that.

It was then that she realized it was because she was already breathing in smoke. The cloudy air made her panic, and she looked from side to side to see the air in the room getting thicker. "Let's go," Liam said, dropping to his knees and pulling a knife from his pocket. He made quick work of slicing it through the carpet, exposing a trap door beneath, which he pulled open, pointing his gun down the passage. The flashlight on his pistol was far brighter than she had thought one could be, and she could clearly see a metal ladder that led down to a cement tunnel.

Seeing the misunderstanding and wanting- no needing- to keep it from escalating, he added, "Haven't added another secretary since you left. Finbarr does everything around here. My only secretary is you." Isabella remembered those three years she had worked as his secretary and narrowed her eyes, "Couldn't possibly be easy to report to you about your girlfriends and such." "There aren't any girlfriends, Isabella." "Hmm." "Bella…" but whatever he had to say was interrupted by the woman who had knocked, irritating Ronan. Why was he being disturbed at such a time? Seeing his frustration, Isabella shook her head, "Let Maeve come in. I'll hide." Ronan wrinkled his brows, "Hide? What for? You said

To the world, my husband is getting married for the first time while I've been his secret wife for three years. *Finally the two lovers are together* *I knew love will always win* The comments kept coming, praising Clara and Vaelor on their engagement. I couldn't concentrate in class anymore, so I took an excuse from the lecturer and stormed out before the tears would spill. I ran into the bathroom. I didn't hold my tears; I let them pour freely as I remembered all I've sacrificed for my husband. For three years, I've been a devoted Luna. His secret wife. And had sacrificed half of my life for him.

“M-Master Lu!” The elderly housekeeper’s terrified cry echoed across the study as doctors rushed around frantically. “His blood pressure is dropping!” “Prepare the oxygen tank!” “Hurry!” Everything became chaotic within seconds. I stood frozen near the fireplace, my entire body trembling violently while the words Mr. Lu had whispered moments ago repeated endlessly inside my head. The man from your wedding night… was never me. My breathing became uneven. Then who was it? Who had kissed me that night? Who held me like I was something precious instead of disposable? And why did Mr. Lu hide the truth? Another violent cough escaped the old billionaire’s lips, pulling me back to reality. Blood sta

"Ms. Rhodes, let my tongue keep the specific details a dead secret for now. If our mouths discuss the hunt openly inside this chamber, the trap might not work on the prey." "My inner wolf trusts your name completely, Dr. Hale," Lydia agrees instantly, her tail swishing with deep faith. "Just tell my paws exactly what to do on the trail." Shortly after the discussion, Lydia leaves the private chamber to execute my secret instructions across the keep. Meanwhile, Cora and Liam are left completely in the dark about the trap, their scents turning sour with deep frustration. "What specific track did your mouth tell her she-wolf? Tell my ears right now, Derek!" Cora demands coldly, stepping into my

Ola quickly left Kaluna's room with her stomach churning from the inappropriate scene. "It's crazy to have a niece and a nephew who like to watch psychopaths!" complained Ola with a pained face. She had just vomited, even though she didn't actually vomit. She couldn't help but think that in her mind, Kaluna should have had dreams like any other teenager. Being able to marry the prince of their hearts. "All of this is because of Dewangga's betrayal," Ola growled as she sat on one chair, her hands clutching her temples in a serious manner. "Because of him ... Luna doesn't believe in love. There's no progress with Rey either ...."

The serpent devouring its own tail began to pulse red. As the night wore on, Talana danced beneath shattered arches with her husband. The ruins glowed with firelight and music. Aria sat quietly at the edge, rifle across her lap, veil fragments clutched in her hands like trophies. Gianna, radiant in her matron of honor gown, whispered to Lorenzo about the strange chill that lingered even in the warmth of love. And somewhere underground, beneath layers of steel and secrecy, the Project Lazarus drives hummed to lif, signaling that while De Marco was gone, his ghost was very much alive.

He gasped as she yanked the chain, dragging him across the floor on his hands and knees. She pulled a lever and a bookcase slid aside automatically, revealing a dark opening. She dragged him inside. The secret room was lit only by a few candles on the walls — ominous and gothic. Liam crawled forward as she forced the chain ahead, tying it to a metal post in the farthest corner. Kneeling there, he watched her approach a stone table. She unraveled a large cloth, revealing the clink of metal objects inside. She picked one up and walked back to him.

But as I turn to the ballroom windows and gaze out at the city lights glistening like fading stars, a cold conviction sets in my chest: Whatever secrets Elara is hiding, they’re huge enough to make her escape from her fated partner. And if they’re huge enough to make her run from me… they’re big enough to ruin us both. I look into the night, my wolf roaring beneath my skin, and swear quietly - “Whatever she’s hiding, I will rip it from her piece by piece, even if it destroys what little is left of my soul.”