Wife Hidden Novels & Stories

“No.” She nods, “Okay, I know you’re not lying.” She rolls her hand in the air. “I’ll hear you out.” George keeps a hand on her thigh, and Richard nods, “Thank you. So, the worst news is that I now know who Ava is within the pack. She is hiding as Sara, the Luna. But Ewan is her husband. She also has two guys as muscle, twins. Ben and Brian, they work for her, not Ewan. They are the sole members of ‘The Veil’ left in England bar myself. I have spent years dismantling the organisation from the inside. Accidental deaths have become a specialty of mine.” She nods; he wasn’t lying. This was a big problem,

The air in the room changed with each new headline. “This just in—tragedy strikes the influential Holland family, as youngest son, werewolf James Holland, was found dead in his Houston penthouse. Authorities, both werewolf and human, are ruling it a suicide.” A photo flicked onto the screen, and I froze, my glass of wine halfway to my mouth. Turning slowly, my eyes narrowing into slits, I faced Ghost. “Hey, Ghost. Weren’t you just in Houston?” Meeting my stare with one of his own, he continued loudly slurping his noodles.

The girl who had no one but him. I used to hate those words. Now I only found them exhausting. Later that night, after he came back half drunk from welcoming Iris home, I helped him into bed. His phone slipped from his hand, and the screen lit up with Iris’s birthday as the passcode hint. In my previous life, I had unlocked it and found an entire album full of Iris: her first shift by the moon altar, her crying against his shoulder, her wrapped in his coat at the snowy border. Not a single photo of me.

Leah: “Then you already know the answer. Where is he?” The woman smirked, showing missing teeth. Woman: “Depends. Why do you want him? He’s not friendly. Not anymore.” Leah: “I’m not here for friendly.” The woman studied her, amused. Woman: “You remind me of someone. Eyes like fire. Like you’ve lost more than you can carry.” Leah’s jaw tightened. Leah: “Where?” The woman shrugged. Woman: “Rumor says he hides in Makoko. On the water. Hard to reach, harder to leave. People vanish there. You still want to go?”

She looked different now, yet he could not be mistaken. He could never erase the memory of the woman he had truly loved, the one he had been willing to forsake wealth and comfort for just to spend his life with her. The woman who had vanished at the very moment he was ready to confess his love. The woman who, even now, remained oblivious to the depth of his feelings and to how profoundly her absence had wounded him. And now, she was a close friend of Jessica Lopez, the woman he sought to marry. Was this some cruel twist of fate, a test meant to challenge him? Had destiny brought Sandra back to force him to confront the vulnerability he had long buried?

I whispered, "I'm sorry, Oscar, but I can't live like this anymore." I took a cab to the hotel, the wedding venue. I stood outside the glamorous grand ballroom and caught sight of the welcome sign reading "Wedding of Queenie Sorenson and Joseph Dixon", complete with their wedding photo right next to it. In the photo, Queenie was in a white wedding gown with a slight baby bump, looking absolutely delighted, while Joseph wore a custom-tailored suit, smiling brilliantly. They made a picture-perfect couple.

I turned, picked up my clutch, and walked toward the door. Victoria blocked my path, her face hardening. "Miss Aria, you can't leave." Her voice carried a threat. "I advise you to be sensible. If you ruin this wedding, the Castillo family will deal with you." "Move." "You—" "I said, move." I looked her straight in the eyes. She took a step back. I pushed open the door. In the hall, guests were gathered, glasses clinking. As I emerged, whispers started. "Is that the Vincent family's second daughter?"

"To avoid alarming them, we contacted your company and had you come back early. We thought you might refuse, but I'm glad you managed to find me. I'm sorry." I patted his shoulder, signaling him not to worry. I'd suspected Nydia for more than just a day or two. A few times, when I came back from a business trip, I noticed something off about her. But out of consideration for our marriage and Rylee, I hadn't said much. Who knew she was hiding such a dangerous secret behind her smile? I alone couldn't take on all of them. Why not help each other? A few days later, I divorced Nydia.

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"

It had only woken something else. Kael rose, his expression hard. “Double the patrols. No one enters or leaves the fortress without my order.” “Yes, Alpha,” his warriors replied in unison. He turned to Aria. “Can you track it?” She nodded slowly, placing her hand against the cold stone floor. Her power spread outward like light through water, searching for the shadow’s trail. She felt it — faint but real — leading toward the lower chambers beneath the fortress. “The catacombs,” she murmured. “Something is hiding there.”