Dark Secrets Unveiled E-Book

Angel Rupert

• Herausgeber: Bentockiz
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

The two days spent getting ready to leave the island had been nerve-wracking to say the least. I alternated between replaying our last meeting over and over in my head and trying to picture what would happen when we saw each other again. They were all very disturbing images and served to keep my mind and stomach in an uproar. I would miss the quiet, peaceful atmosphere. It had truly been my haven and I regretted having to leave it in order to return to the real world.

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Title Page

Dark Secrets Unveiled

Whispers and Secrets

Angel Rupert

Dark Secrets Unveiled / 6th of series: Whispers and Secrets / By Angel Rupert

Published 2023 by Bentockiz

e-book Imprint: Calkden Norsh

e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden

e-book ISBN: 9789198848656

e-book editing: Athens, Greece

Cover Images created via AI art generators

Table of Contents

Title Page

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Introduction

Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.

It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.

This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.

This may be the start of something amazing.

Chapter One

Because I had a ready-made excuse for saying ‘no’ to every guy who asked me out, it became much easier to do so over the following month and a half.

I left every Friday immediately after my last class, all of my stuff already packed and loaded in the car, and arrived at my parents’ house by mid-afternoon. I made sure to keep CeeCee informed as to my movements and she happily kept my secret.

Calling the house during the week, I was able to talk to Mrs. Blanton and ascertain that her working days were Monday through Thursday, so I could arrive anytime Friday and be safe from detection. I didn’t want her or my parents to find out what I was doing. I knew they would just worry about me and Mrs. Blanton would insist on giving up her free weekends in order to take care of me.

I felt guilty about skipping church on Sundays, but I didn’t want to risk running into anyone I knew and having to explain why I was at my parents’ house every weekend. I hoped it wouldn’t ding my credit with God too much and I promised I would make it up later, when I was more confident about my ability to resist Drew.

I continued to amuse myself by conversing aloud the entire weekend, had even named my split personalities. Feli was the reasonable one with the good ideas and Cia was the one that always played devil’s advocate trying to find fault with everything Feli came up with. Their roles sometimes blurred, but since they were both me...it didn’t matter.

I knew they weren’t real. I wasn’t insane...just bored.

Having talked to my parents a few times, I realized that with a little encouragement, they might extend the length of their trip even further. I’d stood in their way enough already as I was growing up, albeit unintentionally, and I didn’t want to do that any longer. I mentioned India, it wasn’t too far from their general area, and they were alight with interest. I wondered if I could stretch my weekend trips all the way to Christmas...at the very least Thanksgiving.

I thought about taking down the posters of Agent Jack Knight and Mitch Hunter that covered the walls of my bedroom, but I didn’t have the heart to do so. I spent a lot of time in the mornings lying on my bed staring at them, trying to figure out how I could have failed to recognize that face, the one I had practically worshipped for years, but to no avail. They were so obviously Drew it was ridiculous that I had missed it.

True the hair and eyes were black, he was beardless, and obviously had used some makeup to help with his disguise, but it was him.

Idly I wondered how much of a fight he had put up when they had first introduced him to stage makeup. He didn’t strike me as the type of man to take something like that lightly. I tried to picture his initial reaction, but it was just too hard to wrap my head around it so I gave up.

I usually spent the afternoons in the pool, the evenings in the media room, and the nights studying. Spending all my time outdoors, my hair bleached out, looking almost white like it used to when I was younger, and my skin turned a nice shade of tan. I always made sure to use sun block. No way did I want to risk sunburn or the leathery skin some girls were prone to because of overexposure.

CeeCee continued to come over to my apartment a couple of times a week—presumably to study, but we weren’t fooling anyone—to have our girl time. We sometimes managed to get some studying done, but mostly it was for what Nick teasingly called a ‘hen party’.

Leave it to a vet.

“Drew’s noticed your absence on the weekends,” CeeCee informed me on one such visit.

It was the last week of October and almost two months since I had started secretly visiting my parents’ house on the weekends.

“Why would he expect me to visit you then?” I asked in confusion. “That’s the only uninterrupted time you and Nick have to spend together and even then he’s sometimes on call isn’t he?”

“Yes, that’s true, but I mean he knows you’re not at your apartment on the weekends,” she corrected, the concern evident in her voice.

“What did he say exactly?”

“At first he was subtle about it,” CeeCee admitted a little ashamed. “I’m afraid he managed to get me to talk about you without my realizing it.”

“No big deal.”

“I didn’t give out any vital information, like where you go on the weekends, and after a while when he realized I wasn’t about to spill, he began asking me direct questions.”

“What questions?”

“Well...the main theme of all of them was...”

“Go ahead,” I prompted, sighing in resignation.

“He wanted to know who you were shacking up with on the weekends.”

“That figures.”

“I tried to tell him you weren’t like that...”

“I warned you that would be a waste of time and that he wouldn’t believe you.”

“He didn’t,” she admitted.

“Don’t worry; I already knew what he thought of me.”

Even so, it hurt.