Secrets Exposed
1071 Words
ALEXANDER’S PENTHOUSE
Alexander had barely slept. He’d tossed between silk sheets, restless with everything happening in his life. He wanted peace, just a little silence—but peace wasn’t something a Grey ever got. Not when the family name was plastered across every headline in the country.
By the time his phone began vibrating endlessly on the nightstand, he knew something had cracked wide open.
He groaned, dragging the phone into his hand, squinting at the glowing screen. Dozens of notifications lit up at once: stock updates, gossip alerts, Twitter tags, messages from Harrison’s assistant, even emails from reporters he didn’t recognize.
One headline caught his eye, bold and impossible to ignore:
“Merger in the Making? Grey Conglomerate and Thompson Pharmaceuticals Tied Through Possible Union.”
Alexander’s heart slammed against his ribs. Every site, every column, every gossip blog was saying the same thing. The merger wasn’t just a business deal—it was about an arranged marriage. His name and Avery Thompson’s trended side by side, hashtags multiplying by the second.
#GreyAndThompson
#AlexanderAndAvery
#MarriageOfEmpires
A sick heat flushed through his chest. This wasn’t supposed to get out. The families hadn’t finalized the date yet, and the world was already chewing it up, spitting it out, making it fact before he’d had a chance to breathe.
His phone rang. Harrison. He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His father’s voice would only grind his nerves raw. Instead, he threw on a shirt and stalked toward the penthouse balcony, gripping the railing until his knuckles turned white.
From fifty stories up, the city looked small, manageable. But inside him, chaos screamed. The thought of Luna seeing this, of her believing it, made him sick.
And just as he thought it, fate made sure the nightmare came true.
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LUNA’S APARTMENT
Luna Wells wasn’t a woman who woke up early without reason. But this morning, she didn’t need coffee or sunlight to yank her out of bed. She needed only Ruby Singh, her best friend and human hurricane, barging into her loft with unstoppable energy.
“Babe, you need to sit down. Right now.” Ruby’s voice was sharp, her phone outstretched like a weapon. Her auburn curls bounced as she paced the living room, oversized sunglasses perched on her head.
Luna, still in one of Alexander’s shirts from the night before, frowned as she rubbed her eyes. “Ruby, it’s barely eight. What the hell is—”
“Sit. Down.”
Something in Ruby’s tone made her obey. The phone was thrust into her hands. Luna’s gaze fell on the glowing headline, and her stomach dropped.
Alexander Grey. Avery Thompson. Marriage. Merger.
It was everywhere. Every page, every feed, every photo of Alexander and Avery at dinner flooded her screen—two heirs smiling tightly for the cameras. The captions weren’t kind.
• “Power couple in the making?”
• “The Greys and Thompsons join forces through marriage vows?”
• “Move aside, models and starlets. Avery Thompson is the future Mrs. Grey.”
Her fingers went numb. Her throat closed. Ruby’s voice sounded distant.
“See? I told you. Men like him don’t play fair. He’s hiding things from you, Luna. Big things. You’ve been sneaking around like it’s just a fling, but look at this. He’s promised to someone else. Avery freaking Thompson.”
Luna’s breath came in shallow gasps. “No. He would’ve told me. He—he wouldn’t lie to me like this.”
Ruby crouched, placing a hand on her knee. Her tone softened, but her eyes stayed fierce. “Sweetheart, I love you. But wake up. These families don’t think like us. Marriage for them isn’t about love. It’s about money, power, control. You’re not in their world. Don’t be shattered when reality hits.”
The words sliced through her chest.
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By evening, Alexander returned to the penthouse. Luna was waiting. The lights were low, her figure a shadow against the window. He froze. Something tightened in his chest.
“Luna,” he breathed, setting his briefcase aside.
She turned, phone still in hand, eyes blazing with fury and pain. “So it’s true.”
He cursed under his breath. “You saw.”
“I saw? Everyone saw, Alexander! The whole damn world knows before I do. Before you even thought to tell me.” Her voice cracked, anger sharp enough to mask the hurt.
He stepped closer, palms raised. “It’s not what you think. I was going to tell you. I just—”
“Just what? Forgot? Or maybe you planned to keep me in the dark while you played perfect heir with Avery Thompson? God, Alexander, I feel so stupid.”
Her words cut deeper than any headline. He moved to touch her, but she stepped back, shaking her head violently.
“I gave you everything. My trust. My heart. And you couldn’t give me the truth.”
“Luna.” His voice broke as he reached for her again. This time she didn’t pull away fast enough. His hands framed her face, thumbs brushing her tears. “Listen to me. You’re the one I love. You’re the one I want. This—this marriage talk? It’s my family. Their world. Their chains. Not mine.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I was scared.” The confession ripped from him, raw and desperate. “Scared you’d leave. Scared you’d look at me the way you’re looking at me now.”
For a heartbeat, her expression wavered. He pressed on, forehead against hers, voice trembling.
“I’ve never begged for anyone in my life, Luna. Not once. But I’m begging you now. Don’t believe them. Believe me. I can fight this. For us. Just—don’t walk away.”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, tears soaking his fingers. For a moment, it seemed she might crumble into his arms. But then she shoved him back, hard enough that his grip slipped.
“You should’ve trusted me first.”
And before he could stop her, before he could think of the right words, she was gone.
The door slammed, echoing through the penthouse like a gunshot.
Alexander stood frozen, hands shaking, chest hollow. For the first time in years, he felt powerless. The empire could burn, the world could fall, and none of it would hurt as much as watching her walk away.
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