Undercover Lovers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Everything—the hatred, the arranged marriage, the manipulation—it all stemmed from a love that never got its ending. “She came back to the States and married Richard Sinclair. I married someone else. But I never forgot her,” Victor said. “And Richard?” I asked. Victor turned toward me again. His expression darkened. “He found out,” he said. “And he made sure the world never knew.” My blood ran cold. “He blackmailed you?” Dominic asked. Victor didn’t reply. But his silence was confirmation enough. This wasn’t just a forbidden love story. It was a cover-up. One that spanned decades, ruined lives, and bled into mine.

"When you're an actor, you're constantly pretending to be someone else, and so are the men who are your co-stars. It can become very confusing, especially when you're in a romantic role. If you're good at playing the part believably, that your character is in love with the character that your co-star is playing, but you, the real you, isn't in love with that other person. After a few months of a production, it can be difficult to return to reality once the scene is over. Sometimes the lines become blurred, which can lead to a lot of complications." "I can understand that. Many times I've had to play different roles when I was on an undercover assignment. But then again, I was the only one pr

Fuck I hope this didn’t ruin anything between me and Tom. We both ordered a glass of whiskey, downing it immediately before ordering another one. ““So!!!!! I drawled out, glancing at Tom.”” ““It’s fine Deane, "he said.”” Undercover and the shit that comes with it he whispers, grinning as he drinks his whiskey. I exhaled, happy that he wasn’t angry. ““Why didn’t you tell me Zachary was here, I asked him.”” ““I didn’t want you to be distracted, but obviously that didn’t work out too well right?””

Half an hour later, we arrived at my apartment. The boys all know the code to get in, so they are all now lounging around my home. Even though Jared is my principal partner in crime, for missions we are an eight-person team. Dumping the bags of burgers on the coffee table and the vultures attacked. Benny and Clint are our weapons experts. Leon and Sid are the surveillance gods, (their words not mine.) Harry and Peter are the IT/tech guys (f**king geniuses, both of them). After we eat, Leon tells me he has four packed suitcases ready in the SUV and has set out an outfit for me on my bed to add to my hand luggage. “It’s not your normal look, but you have to fit in as a rich teenager. Harry ha

I buried deep, my hips stuttering as I came hard, filling the condom, my vision whiting out for a second. We collapsed, me on top of him, both panting, sweaty and spent. I pulled out careful, tied off the condom, tossed it in the bin by the bed, “Fuck Kyle, i hope your parents never heard this?” I rolled off him, pulled him and pulled him against my chest. “Even if they do, it doesn’t matter.” He nuzzled into my neck, still catching his breath. “That was… fuck.” “Yeah.” I kissed his forehead. “Love you.”

She will never forget this, this is one of the men who intercepted her three months ago, one of the ones who traumatized her. "Looks familiar?" the man said in a deep voice. "Look at him carefully, does he look familiar?" Aminah nodded absentmindedly, still looking at the fainting man. Is he going to die? Are we going to die? Why do I have to die with this man? “Then why don't you report it to the police, do you intend to cover up the crime of the criminals? That's against the law and you might go to jail" Aminah looked up in surprise, the man took off his hood and facemask, she then try to cover her eyes so she wouldn't see his face in case he used his face as a reason for killing her. But

please help! I pretended to have a stomach ache and asked Coach Brian to get me to the medics room. I spotted Uncle Rouge wearing a hat and glasses. Is he on an undercover too? “Hello, Mr. Malcolm. I am Mr. Woods. What is your concern?” He then whispered, “I know your concern, so act natural I will take you to our own restroom here.” The relief washed over me. “I have a stomachache.” I fake coughed and he nodded. He then guided me to the restroom. “I brought your things in advance here so rest assured, go have your shower.”

“You’ll be walking past everyone else who belongs to a fetish club to exit tonight. Every Dom in the place will see if you are wearing a bra and they’ll know something is wrong. For all we know, someone out there could be involved in this shit. We’ve managed to keep this training secret to all but a select few, but that might change if you can’t be bothered to follow simple instructions. No fucking way are we dropping the pretense because you don’t want to jiggle. Are we clear?” Damn it, I hate that he is right. “Fine, but why can’t I have my panties? No one will know if I have them on but me.” “I’ll know. You’re riding with me when we leave. If I want to touch you, I want full access. You’l

His focus was sharp, eyes scanning the financial reports on his tablet, while beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a meticulously manicured estate stretched out into the distance. "Boss, are you really going through with this? Staying at the branch office and pretending to be a low-level clerk?" Kevin, his private manager, asked with a skeptical frown. "Of course. Undercover work is exhilarating! Besides, I haven't caught the 'rat' who’s been stealing from that place yet," Dominic replied coldly, his eyes narrowing. "Is this purely the work of corrupt subordinates, or is it a scheme by... him?" "You mean your half-brother, Mr. Axel?"

I hesitantly reached out and took it, but as I looked down at the article displayed on her screen, my brows knitted together in confusion. “Why are you showing me some tabloid—” I trailed off unexpectedly, my mouth falling open in shock at the headline. "Nollywood Heartthrob's Steamy Spa Seduction! A-List Bachelor Caught in Passionate Tryst with Curvaceous Salon Siren" - Subhead: "Exclusive photos expose smoking hot romance between movie star and sultry day spa proprietress!" And right under it were pictures of me in a man's arms as he headed out from what seemed like a club. People would have had a hard time believing this one if it were not for the tight hold that the man had on me.