Wife Hidden Novels & Stories

“I own the building. This room is also hidden from the floor plans, and the entrance is hidden. This room is also soundproof. Other than me, you are the only one who knows about this room.” “Tristan doesn’t know about this room either? I thought the two of you were best friends and did everything together.” I thought about how Maria was in and out of the apartment. “What about Maria.” “My identity is a little more complicated than what you think.” “What are you, like a secret agent?” I laughed.

Henra said, took out his mobile phone from his handbag, found the voice in the WeChat chat record and played it in public. "Honey, who is that woman named Nigel? Why does she keep pestering you and send you shit photos?"

His face had the usual cold expression. Athena nodded in enthusiasm. As long as he had agreed to be her golden goose she would do anything. "Don't worry, Mr Morin. I will be very obedient and do whatever you say as long as you fulfil my demand. No one will no, I will be the CEO's hidden wife." Athena answered while doing a lips sealing gesture. Roman frowned hearing the part CEO's hidden wife. That girl was really crazy. "Okay. I will have the contract prepared and bring it to you. Goodnight." Roman said as he held the contract in his hand and prepared to leave when suddenly Athena stopped him by calling his name.

I stopped listening to her rant, as I was too busy reading the description: dark auburn hair, a high widow’s peak, angular face, slim but sturdy build. It really did sound like me, but it could also be just about anyone else. I crumpled up the paper and threw it back one her bed. She squawked and went after it. “That could be anyone,” I said. “I’ve never read a more generic description for a Fated Mate before. He didn’t even say what she smells like.” “Sure,” Vera said, but I knew that she didn’t believe me. I barely believed me, and I was there when Vincent announced that they’d found the Prince’s real Fated Mate.

The woman in white remained unknown, but the path forward became clearer. “The council needs to know about this key,” I said. “The accident was murder. Someone silenced the witness. Vault 17 might show why.” Elena agreed with a serious nod. “We move carefully,” she replied. “The Cross family wants this buried. The woman in white is the key to the missing hours. This vault could break everything open.” I held the key tight and looked out into the dark. The housekeeper’s courage would not be wasted. The woman in white waited to be found. Vault 17 called to us now.

Unexpectedly, they shopped faster than she had thought and so she had time to unpack the things she bought. Each room in this mansion has a hidden compartment or a hidden place enough for two people to fit it. With a system as V, K Whatever forced him to searched for that place and they found it beside the bed. There was a hidden door that needs to crawl to get to the other side. It was small but fits three buffy people perfectly. She put the stuff she bought inside there and made that hidden place her fortress. Even though her job is to break things, K Whatever didn't forget that this world is full of lies, schemes, and murder. After all, not only misfortunes wanted Dahlia to die but people

What an ass! “There's rarely a woman who wants to be like you, Feb. Maybe there won't even be one,” said Widya starting his sentence after a moment of silence. “You're willing to be married, but don't demand to be recognized.” “Because our marital status is hidden. Is that what you mean, ma'am?” Widya replied with a shake of her head. “You know who Ares is, right? Our husband?” Our husband? Even Widya said it so smoothly. Making Feby shudder in horror because she didn't know how to measure the depth of the feelings of the woman in front of her.

Our wolves stood among the dead, breathing hard. We had won. But something felt… wrong. And then I saw it. A single burning torch, deep in the tunnels of the abandoned mine. A hidden doorway. My breath caught. “They were hiding something,” I whispered. Kael followed my gaze. His eyes narrowed. “Then let’s find out what.” And with that, we stepped into the darkness.

"You're something else, you know that? You confessed to first-degree murder, you're going away for life, and you're sitting here smiling because you kept some secret?" "It's not just some secret." I stood, pacing the small cell. "It's the secret. The one that matters. The one that changes everything if it comes out." "Must be pretty big." "Bigger than you can imagine." The truth was simple: June Oslo Harvey was a werewolf. Born into a werewolf bloodline—I never learned which pack or family, and I didn't care. And she'd kept it hidden from her human husband, hidden from most of the world.

“I saw them coming.” “Saw?” Lanie blinked in confusion. Hanna frowned, forehead creased with heavy wrinkles. “This has to do with the secret you’ve been keeping?” “Yes," Faline answered fluidly. “I don’t know how I got found out, but doubtlessly I was.” “Huh?” Lanie glanced back and forth between them, an expression of cluelessness on her face. The woman frowned and huffed, “I don’t know what’s going on here but Faline, you really need to hide! Hade and the others can only distract them so long!”