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He will kill whoever finds out about our secrets so one of my missions is to stop Freeda from finding it out. One of the things Freeda wanted to know was what I did to Luna. I told her the other day that we were in the cemetery about my weaknesses. Maybe that's what pushed her to find out about my past. Of why I became an obsessive and possessive person. It is still a big mystery to her about me and all of my siblings. So we need to be careful. We also told Klyde to keep his secret and not to tell her anything. Freeda is smart so if she notices something weird, she will discover it. Until she found the truth.

He hands my cell back, laughing while tucking his hands away. Hissing, I walk away and then redial Freya's number. She doesn't answer. I shut my screen and move to the waiting area, far away from Aiden. I won't have to speak with him till we land in Toronto. He's right about one thing. I keep secrets from him. Ones I'm not ready to share. They don't concern him. And he doesn't even care. If he did, he should know who Freya Greyson was. He should know she was just a twenty-three-year-old woman when he came into her life and turned it upside down.

Emmett asks; hitting the green answer button on his phone to speak with his private investigator. “Nothing” Mike replies with a sigh. ‘Huh?’ Emmert exclaims to himself. “Nothing; what do you mean by nothing? There must be something” Emmett asks confused; running his hand through his hair. “It’s not really nothing” Mike states down the phone. “She has a social security number and a bank account containing $6.2 million; a twitter account she rarely updates. Owns a penthouse apartment in the city. Has a bodyguard/chauffer by the name of Vincent Armalli and a personal assistant called Tiffany Walker.”

I couldn't hold back anymore. I know I should tell her about my past and my shit secret, but right now... I was going for a swim with the most attractive woman I had ever seen... the same one that my heart had a weakness for. I was craving her full pink lips, I wanted to taste her skin again and to smell her hair, while I buried myself in her body.

She answered as I watch her go to her room. It a good thing she's leaving for sometime. Now I can rest from this prostitution stuff. I won't be going to any man that call me for my service. My sister took her bags as she walk towards the car that just drove in to our apartment. I waves her bye and I sighed feeling relieved. This is called a short time freedom. I settled down to watch TV. I make dinner, then lunch. I got to my bed and rolled the duvet up to my chest. I recalled the afternoon scene, I almost blurted out my secret to Eric.

“You sound nervous. Don’t be. I just want to… talk. Woman to woman. You can meet me, can’t you? Unless, of course, you’d rather I make things public.” Maya’s grip on the phone tightened. “What are you talking about?” “Oh, you’ll know soon enough,” Obetta replied, her voice curling like smoke. “There’s a little secret of yours I’ve stumbled upon. Quite interesting, actually. I thought you’d want the chance to discuss it privately before I share it… widely.” Maya froze, her mind racing. A secret? She had worked so hard to build herself into the woman she was now, burying the shadows of her past. The thought of Obetta knowing anything about it made her stomach knot.

"He told me all about the mistakes she's made since they were together all those years ago, and her infidelity, and the embarrassing incidents he's had to cover up on her behalf. She nearly killed an old man, for God's sake!" "That's not..." Samantha started, but Michaela cut her off. "Should I play them? I think everyone here deserves to know what Jason really thinks about his charity project." The First Lady had been quiet during all this, but now she stood up slowly. "Miss Winters, isn't it?" Michaela turned, suddenly looking far less confident. "Yes, ma'am." "I'm curious about something. You say you have recordings of private conversations with Mr Hale?" "Well, yes, but..."

EVELYN’S POV I make my way through the dimly lit private room of the club, itching to get my mind off work. I left Evelyn Harper at the entrance of the club, and now, only Mistress V remains, a confident woman in latex and a mask covering my face. This is my escape, after a day of being the invisible secretary who fetches coffee and schedules meetings for the most terrifying man in the city, I can be Mistress V. I can finally be seen, I can give out orders. This is why I love Mistress V, she lives a life that is opposite to mine, and when I’m her, I forget the hell I live through as Evelyn.

She looked fresh, composed, and painfully mature for her age… a reminder of how hard Tessa had tried to keep her away from the chaos of their past. “Oh my God, I missed your cooking so much, big sis,” Mia said, taking her seat at the dining table with an eager smile. “Do you need help, sis?” she asked. Tessa smiled, masking her exhaustion. “No, just sit still. I’ve got it.” She placed the plates down gently. “Here we go. Dig in.” Mia didn’t need to be told twice. “Sis, did you hear about the rumors going around about Kingsley? They said he had a secret child,” Mia said between bites.

They chuckled at my avoidance. "Ana, does he know about your daughter?" Via's question pulled me back to the reality of the situation, urging the issue forward. My grip on the bottle tightened. "He doesn't need to know anymore. We didn't...," I attempted to explain, but Riley interjected. "But there's a history between you two," she continued, making me feel more exposed. Elena's laughter followed, only amplifying my unease. "So, you're keeping Amari's father a secret from him? What if she starts asking about her dad?" Via's question cut through the light banter, and I nervously sipped the beer, my thoughts spiraling.