What Is A Man But A Miserable Pile Of Secrets นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He then says something again, but it’s indecipherable. He coughs lightly and says something once more, that this time leaves us all confused, and me worried. “Deadly Secrets Of The CEO.” Jimmy’s voice comes out clear as he smiles while sleeping.

I’d been so blessed with amazing wonderful friends. But I was keeping a huge secret from Jenny. And I wanted to tell her so bad.. about that part of me. But I couldn’t. I had no idea how she would react. But secrets always had a way of coming around and biting you right in the ass. I was holding on to this secret for now. And it wasn’t the only one. Two secrets. Secrets that could ruin people. Ruin lives. Even ruin me.

secrets. "

“You think I don’t see lies when they crawl into my face?” Matthew looked like a trapped animal. “There’s something fishy,” the old man continued. “And since you don’t want to spill it out, then listen carefully: you’ll pay for anything I find out.” Matthew opened his mouth, but the old man raised a hand. One sharp movement that shut him up immediately. “I have buried better men than you,” he said darkly. “Men who thought silence would protect them. But the thing about secrets…” he leaned in, face inches away now, “…is that they always rot. And they smell. And I always find them.”

Chapter 4: Secrets & Lies AURORA We returned to the city that afternoon. Lucien didn’t waste any time. The moment we stepped into his top-floor office, three rough-looking men were waiting. They stood respectfully as we entered. “Boss,” the one with the scar said. Lucien’s hand stayed on my lower back. “This is my wife, Aurora. Aurora, these are Marco, Viktor, and Salvatore.” Marco grinned. “So you’re the one who finally got a ring on him. Ballsy.”

The problem was that he’d hidden something very valuable, something we couldn’t find on our own, and you know what they say about dead men not telling any tales. The man had taken a secret that cost blood and money to his grave. “We’ll find whoever is responsible for this, and we’ll take them down,” Miron said. “We’ll burn the world if we have to.” Miron was a cruel bastard. He didn’t care that Peter died; he couldn’t give a fuck which one of our men was gutted by our enemies. He only cared that he could use it as an excuse for extreme violence. He was the most sadistic of all four of us, and I liked that about him.

-V* My stomach plummeted, a nauseous twist that stole my breath. Secrets? What could she possibly know about me? Flashes of my past assaulted me—careless college flings that ended in heartbreak, the family's crippling financial woes before Alexander's intervention swept in like a savior, or perhaps something darker, buried deeper, like the one-night stand I'd regretted but never confessed. Or was it all bluff? "What does she mean?" I whispered, my voice small.

I murmured, my face buried in her hair. "Hmm?" she said softly. "Frank..." I started, struggling to form the words. "He is not entirely wrong." I felt her tense in my arms. She lifted her head to look at me. Her brow was furrowed with confusion and concern. "What do you mean?" I tried to focus on her face, but it was blurry. The room was starting to spin slowly. The guilt and the fear and the weight of my secret mixed with the alcohol was too much. "About secrets," I managed to say. "Every man has them."

Chad cleared his throat. “They can ask all the questions that they want, it doesn’t mean I have to answer them.” Mya looked at Chad. Everyone had a lie or secret. It was naïve to think otherwise. In the case of Amy, she had one skeleton in her closet. To say that Mya was after revenge wouldn’t be wrong. Everyone needed to be taught a lesson. Secrets broke families and friendships. It made no sense to have them. If everyone could be honest the world would be a better place.

My heart was racing in its cage, I was on a death list, over nothing. I had just learnt a rich man’s secret. "Come on, we need to get out of..." he couldn't finish talking. He was interrupted by the sudden trembling of his hands. "What's wrong?!" I panicked, listening to his breathing quicken.