All Chapters of Secrets of a Hidden Marriage: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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Chapter 134: Wolves Among Sheep

The elite of the city’s most powerful families had always moved like titans among mortals, their lives an endless game of strategy played in whispered threats and golden invitations. Tonight was no different. The room simmered with power—unspoken, undeniable—its air saturated with money, ambition, and a thousand unvoiced rivalries dressed in black-tie elegance. Once, Liam Hart had been the undisputed monarch of this realm. Every nod he gave, every step he took, had once commanded the spotlight. But tonight, the attention had shifted. Not toward another man. Toward her. Allie Brooks felt the shift the moment they walked in. This wasn’t a party—it was a coliseum masked by crystal chandeliers and the murmur of expensive liquor. Men in suits that probably cost more than her monthly salary leaned back in leather chairs, eyes sharp behind practiced smirks. The women—exquisite, cold—stood draped in couture, each of them poised like queens in exile. It was all too polished. Too perfect

Chapter 135: The Queen Crashes the Party

Liam Hart stepped out of the private lounge, the sharp click of his phone against his ear slicing through the low murmur of conversation. His movements were smooth, but Allie caught the edge in his posture—a tension she hadn’t noticed before. Inside, the atmosphere felt lighter, but it was beginning to crack. There was a subtle shift in the air, a heaviness that Allie couldn’t shake off. Her eyes flicked toward the door more than once, and her fingers traced the rim of her glass, her movements automatic, her mind far from the small group in front of her. She wasn’t sure why she felt this tightening in her chest—maybe it was Liam’s clipped tone before he left, or maybe… it was something else entirely. Beckett Harrington leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes catching the unease crossing Allie’s face. “Relax, Allie,” he said with a lazy grin, his voice far too smooth. “Liam probably just got a call from one of the secretaries. You know how it is—man’s practically married to his

Chapter 136 – Play With Fire

The air felt alive, crackling with tension, like static electricity before a storm.As if on cue, the room shifted—every head turned, every eye locked in stunned silence, a palpable weight hanging in the air.The young actresses, all perched on velvet couches in their designer dresses, shot up from their seats in perfect synchrony. It was as if they'd been caught gossiping in class, and the principal had just walked in.“Miss Stone,” they chorused, their voices laced with a cocktail of awe and anxiety.Mia Stone, the unchallenged queen of the screen, didn’t even blink at their reverence. Her presence alone made the room shrink, her confidence seeping into the very walls. She sauntered in, her every step exuding that trademark swagger. Her heels clicked on the floor, sharp, deliberate—like gunshots. Her lips curled into a faint, dangerous smile, and she didn’t spare a single glance at the crowd. She simply reached for a bottle of red wine from the table, as though she owned it, as if t

Chapter 137: A Dare to Remember

The air in the room thickened with a crackling tension that could be felt in every corner. All eyes snapped to Allie Brooks, who stood at the center of a storm she hadn’t expected to find herself in.Mia Stone sat across from her, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint, as a smug scoff escaped her lips. “What? Don’t tell me you’re scared, sweetheart.”Allie didn’t flinch. Her gaze was steady, unwavering, and cold as ice. This wasn’t just a game—it was a challenge, a war that Mia had just declared without a single shot being fired.On one side, you had Mia Stone—the scorching, untouchable flame of Hollywood. And on the other, Allie—still standing in the shadows of a past that refused to burn away completely.The lounge was suffocating with the weight of the moment. It felt like the air had thickened into something tangible, something alive—a storm waiting to break.Mia leaned back, her posture exuding casual cruelty. She knew she had everyone’s undivided attention.Allie’s pulse race

Chapter 138: The Kiss That Changed the Room

Beckett Harrington's heart skipped a beat as Allie Brooks’ gaze locked onto him with a laser focus.He froze. His body stiffened, and his breath hitched in his throat.He actually took a step back—almost stumbling in his haste to avoid her.“No, no, no—Allie, please! That’s not funny. Liam’s gonna kill me!” Beckett's voice cracked, somewhere between panic and prayer. His hands were up, a desperate gesture of surrender.But Allie? She didn’t flinch. She didn’t even blink.Her eyes—those sharp, determined eyes—were no longer on Beckett.They were fixed past him, past the room, to something else entirely.Beckett’s stomach dropped. He turned, just in time to see the door to the private room swing open.And there he was.Liam Hart. The storm in human form.He entered with a magnetic presence, every inch the man who could command a room just by walking into it. He was effortlessly composed, like a Greek god carved from marble—cold, untouchable, and completely unbothered.By his side was Pr

Chapter 139: Spin the Bottle, Shatter the Heart

Beckett Harrington leaned back in his chair, a self-assured smirk playing on his lips as he studied the room. But it wasn’t his usual cocky grin—no, this one felt more like a mask he wore to hide the unease churning in his stomach. The energy in the room had shifted; the air had thickened, crackling with tension. Laughter had died moments ago. In its place was an unsettling quiet, like the calm before a storm. Liam Hart, ever the picture of composure, hadn’t moved a muscle. His hands were still, his jaw clenched, his gaze unreadable. That stillness alone was enough to make Beckett’s pulse quicken. Beckett spun the bottle again with a flick of his wrist, his fingers brushing against the cool glass, praying the chaos would land somewhere—anywhere—else. Somewhere it wouldn’t focus on Allie again. But fate, it seemed, had a cruel sense of humor. The bottle came to a slow, agonizing stop. It pointed directly at Allison Brooks. Again. A suffocating silence blanketed the room. B

Chapter 140: His Own Way of Defiance

The room crackled with an energy that could have lit up the entire city. Tension was a living, breathing thing, curling around each of them, thick and suffocating.Liam Hart, of all people, had just spoken a line that had the power to stop time.“I love her. Isn’t that enough of a reason?”It wasn’t dramatic. There were no sweeping gestures, no theatrical flair. It was simple. Quiet. But the weight of it fell over the room, crushing everything beneath it.And that? That was more powerful than any shout or grand display ever could have been.A collective gasp rippled through the room, like a chain of dominoes toppling one after the other. Even the women who prided themselves on being impervious to everything—the ones who had always pranced around with poised smiles and razor-sharp defenses—were forced to steal a glance at Allie Brooks, the envy in their eyes a stark contrast to their usual cold masks.Liam Hart, the man who built walls higher than anyone, had just torn them down for he

Chapter 142: The Sister Obsession

Mia Stone’s fingers curled tightly around the glass, her knuckles white, and she tilted her head back, bringing the liquor to her lips. The amber liquid slid down her throat with a smooth, practiced motion, but there was no joy in it. No release. She wasn’t drinking for fun. Her gaze remained steady—not on the glass she emptied, but fixed like a magnet on Liam Hart, across the room.The others felt it immediately. There was no misreading the tension in the air. It was thick, sharp—almost suffocating. Her eyes didn’t waver from him, and neither did the tremble in her fingers as she gripped the glass with growing desperation. She was waiting. Waiting for him.Waiting for him to break.Mia wasn’t some random woman in this game. She was Liam’s past—his former lover, his shadow through childhood and beyond. The one person who knew him in ways that even Allie couldn’t begin to understand. And now she was here, with all of that history pressing down on her, hoping for something—anything—fro

Chapter 143: Take Me Home

When Mia Stone was finally helped out, half-conscious and slumped against George Smith’s back like a fallen star clinging desperately to gravity, her slurred words left a painful echo in the room.“Why… why does it always end like this…”The words hung in the air like smoke, bitter and full of anguish. And just like that, they were gone.The private room at The Velvet Lounge fell into a suffocating silence, the kind that weighs on your chest, thick and oppressive, making it hard to breathe. The celebration, once filled with laughter and clinking glasses, had shattered into a mess of tangled emotions. The laughter had died, the music dulled, and the lingering scent of champagne felt out of place, like an unwelcome guest.Preston Whitmore let out a low, resigned sigh, his fingers tapping idly on the table as if trying to dispel the heavy mood. “Damn. This was supposed to be fun.”His voice was barely a whisper against the quiet tension, the words falling flat in the room. But Allie didn

Chapter 146: Walking Past Her Like She's Nothing

Senior year starts on a Tuesday, and I walk onto Ashford University's campus like I'm stepping into a courtroom where the verdict's already been decided.I feel them before I see them — the eyes.Dozens of them. Maybe more. Clusters of students gathered near the main gate, near the fountain, near the steps of the journalism building, all of them angled toward me like sunflowers tracking something bright and slightly dangerous. I keep my chin up and my pace steady, but my skin is doing that thing where it feels too tight, like I'm wearing my discomfort on the outside for everyone to read.The whispers start immediately.I have sharp ears. Always have. It's an occupational hazard of wanting to be a journalist — you tune in to everything whether you mean to or not."That's her. Allison Brooks, from the Journalism Department. Twenty years old and already married to the head of the Hart family. Do you understand how insane that is?""I heard the film — Midnight Crown — was bankrolled by he

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