What Is Man A Miserable Pile Of Secrets Mga Nobela at Kwento

They could’ve used that data to create copies. I climb out of the pit, my hands shaking, the drives heavy in my coat. The men look at me expectantly. “What’s in there?” one asks. “Nothing you want to see.” “Sir, this….” I cut him off. “Bury it again. Seal it. Forget tonight happened.” He nods. Money has a way of convincing silence. I watch as they shovel dirt back over the coffin full of secrets, erasing the wound we made but I can’t unsee it.

"Well are you coming in or is this confrontation only meant to happen out there in the cold?" Hazel huffed but still stomped all the way to the other side of the car and got into the passengers seat. "Well am sorry if what you and Mr Graham have is meant to be some kind of top secret." She was laterally fuming as she said that as if I was in any way keeping life saving information from her. "Top secret my foot. That man is either weird or at the very least, suffers from some kind of mood disorder." I sighed as I slowly drove us out of the busy street that was fast filling up with enough cars to start a major traffic jam.

"If it weren't for me, you'd be rotting away in a prison cell by now." Mia swallowed hard, her palms clammy with sweat. She had always known that their plan was risky, but she had never imagined it would come to this. She had thought they were invincible, untouchable. But now, faced with the reality of their actions, she couldn't help but feel a creeping sense of dread. The man's eyes bore into hers, a silent accusation hanging between them like a heavy weight. "You let our secret slip, Mia," he continued, his voice laced with anger. "You jeopardized everything we've worked for."

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.

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.

Andrew smiled at his best friend. “Yeah well, you’d be surprised at how much self-loathing runs through a man’s mind when he’s sure he’s lost the best thing that ever happened to him because he’s afraid to face the truth.” Design locked eyes with Aria, the meaning of his words not lost on her.

He said referring to June. " That's right...you have to come on strong like that." I chuckled. " That has to be...no, so that's the secrets you have," I showed him the files I had. " It will be fun peeling them off one by one." He collected the paper from my hand and tore it piece by piece,throwing it up,Then walks away. " Matters regarding Jade's father, I'll think about that slowly." I said before he stepped out. _____________

“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.”

Even the servants moved like they had mastered the art of being invisible, going back and forth with lowered gazes. My heart sank at the sight. This wasn’t the future I had dreamed for my daughter and me, yet life had turned it into my reality. I was going to spend the rest of my life living another identity, married to a cold-hearted, ruthless mafia don. Lord, what have I done to deserve this?