All Chapters of The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Unfortunately, there’s no way that I can be around to hear Julius berating Evan, but he has invited me for a dinner party they’ll be having tomorrow evening at the Montgomery residence in celebration of Phillippa’s mother’s birthday. For some reason, I didn’t think Phillippa had parents. Or rather, I didn’t think they were alive, but it seems I was wrong. I don’t know if Evan will be there. He might not, considering the way he and Phillippa are fighting. I hope he won’t, in any case. I still need time, but I’m happy with my progress so far. I’ve done something. I’m not invisible or powerless. Julius told me to ‘wear something nice’ and he’s in luck because I still have my old clothes, and I fit into them. I can find a dress to attend a prestigious party. That’s something that’s in my blood. I don’t come across Thomas once. Victor and I have lunch in the kitchen and after he’s done with his homework, I suggest that we watch something on TV. Again, I’m distracted, and a

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Overall, I’m quite satisfied with the way I look. I think it will leave a good impression on Julius, considering he really wants me to attend this party I heard him tell Evan about earlier. I almost got caught by him. I became too curious and looked for way too long. I remember vividly hiding behind the wall and hoping he’d just keep going. Getting caught is not how I imagined my day would go. He kept going, though, probably brushing it off as paranoia. I’m safe for yet another day. I don’t know how many of these days I’ll have left, but so far, so good. I can’t say how pleased I am that he and Phillippa are fighting. I’ve managed to make a mark in his life without him knowing it’s me. I hope to make things even worse for him and I’ll stop at absolutely nothing until he’s crushed. I’m clad in a plain black dress with long sheer sleeves and a flaring skirt. On my feet, I have beige heels, and I’ve styled my hair so that my bags are covering

Something takes over my body.I’m forced to act quickly. I head toward the bed and by some miracle, I don’t spill my wine. I leave the wineglass on top of the nightstand and drop to the floor before rolling under the bed. I just need to tuck my arm under the end when the door opens. My paranoia at being seen makes me dizzy, but nobody mentions a thing. Instead, the two people who walked in are none other than Evan and Phillippa. I know this because she asks him, “What’re you doing here? I through I told you not to come.”“You know I wouldn’t stay away,” he says. His voice is steady and the familiarity of it makes me shudder. I look in the direction of my feet and see them standing a few feet apart from each other. “Hector…” she begins and then trails off. “If you’re not ready to tell me what happened, then I don’t think there’s anything left for us to talk about.”Evan walks toward her, closing the distance between them. “I told you a million times already and I’ll tell you again.

Julius looks incredibly disappointed when he opens the door. “Good morning,” I greet in the friendliest voice I can muster. There’s a crease between his brows and he’s looking at me with narrowed eyes. He’s clearly upset and if I don’t say something to convince him that I’m sorry for having abandoned the party he invited me to, then I’m screwed. So I hunch my shoulders and tell him, “Julius, I’m really sorry about yesterday. Something came up and I had to rush home.”“You could’ve said something,” he replies. He’s tilting his head like he’s hoping he can get a better look at me. I don’t like the look in his eyes. It’s like he looks suspicious. He’s never looked at me this way before. When he was yelling at Evan for cheating on Phillippa, he looked feral and I caught a glimpse of the man he had been years ago. Right now, I have the same feeling. “I know,” I say, trying to sound humble. “I’m really sorry. I left desperately.”He turns around in his wheelchairs and moves toward the l

Evan’s POV“Fucking strange,” Uncle Charlie says to me over the phone. “Can you believe that I never had anyone call my number accidentally? Never?”“Yeah?” I ask, completely disinterested. I have a bunch of paperwork in front of me and I have to get into it. I like talking to my uncle but he’s calling at the wrong damn time. “Just happened. Fucker didn’t even say anything,” he claims. “Anyway, how are you? I got those papers you asked of me.”“Yeah?” I ask. “They’re done?”“As done as ever,” he replies. “I don’t know why you took so long to fake your death, kid. Honestly, you’re lucky that nobody came after you with threats.”“I was a nobody back then,” I state. “Who would even care to remember me? Evan Montague was nothing but a poor boy whose parents left him nothing but bad debts.”“You never know,” Uncle Charlie claims. He sounds like a paranoid old fuck. “Anyway, they’re here. I understand that you don’t want me to send them to you. You’ll come get them yourself.”“That’s right