All Chapters of The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

When I reach my apartment building, I nearly collapse in front of the stairs. Thank the goddess that it’s the weekend because I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to go back to that house. In fact, I’m planning on not going altogether. Lying about who I am was a stupid idea. He remembers me just as well as I remember him. Maybe I bought myself some time and spared myself the pain of having to confront him as me, but there’s no way he bought that story. I’m surprised he connected the dots so easily. Then again, how could I have guessed that he would detect my scent in his bedroom? I couldn’t have guessed that.It was like us being mates was just sprung on me. It doesn’t make any damn sense. It has to be a cosmic joke. I make my way up to my apartment. I want to freshen up before I meet Thomas and Victor. I don’t want either of them to see me like this. I’m pretty shaken up. Tonight was just horrible and traumatic. I wash my face with cold water and then rub my chest with my cold hands

Evan’s POVI wake up feeling like shit. Phillippa is lying beside me. I heard it when she came in last night but I didn’t say anything to her. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone and I’m still not. What the fuck was last night?I feel hungover. My head is pounding and my body fucking hurts but I didn’t take a sip of alcohol. That woman’s face returns to my mind. I thought sleeping on it would give me more clarity but I was wrong. I’m even more confused than ever. What if she truly isn’t Leonora? Then I’m a fucking idiot, that’s what. I can smell coffee and eggs in the kitchen. I wash up as quickly as I can and then brace myself to face Phillippa. Goddess, if anything, I feel like a true jackass because for some reason, after finding my true mate—and no, it doesn’t matter that it’s a woman who might be Leo or have her face—I haven’t felt the same way about Phillippa as before. I don’t desire her in the same way. It’s automatic and something I can’t explain. Now, it’s that woma

Thomas doesn’t text or anything, and that makes me feel so damn disappointed. It’s two in the morning and I can’t sleep. I spent the whole of Sunday waiting for him to come to his senses, but he didn’t do that. He’s been silent, and honestly, I don’t think I should be the one to reach out because he was the one who was unreasonable. To even imagine that Anthony feels about me that way is so wrong and feels sinful. He didn’t believe me when I told him so. So, it’s whatever. I don’t have the time or energy to even deal with such a relationship, so if he wants to cut our ties, then he can do it. I’ll only blame myself because I knew I shouldn’t have gotten involved with anyone when my life is already so complicated. But if there’s one thing that’s clear to me now, it’s that I’m going to work tomorrow. I’ll ride this wave of uncertainty and I’ll see how far it will take me. Evan will undoubtedly try to approach me in order to figure out more, and when the time is ready, I’ll tell him

Evan’s POVI clench my jaw as I make my way around the house to the place where my car is parked. I’m fuming because I’ve now realized that Veronica doesn’t fucking exist. I’m being lied to and I was an idiot for even contemplating it. I’ll blame it on the confusion of the situation and also on the fact that I’m unsettled as shit by all of this. Oh, she wants me to prove it to her face that she’s Leonora? I’ll do it. I’ve already got my guys started on researching her background. I gave her the name I know and I’ve found a copy of the ID she presented to Julius for the job interview. It’s a good thing because our housekeeper was the one who accepted the application, and guess where the fuck it was couriered from?Her hometown. The place where I met her. The place where we got married. Now, that should be enough proof that she’s Leo, but I want to go deeper because when I confront her, I want to have the proof in my hands. She has to be staying somewhere, and she must have register

When I wake up, I’m in my bedroom. I sit up quickly with a gasp and look around. The sky outside is still light, and so I deduce that I couldn’t have been out for too long. That’s not my biggest concern, though. If I’m up here, that can only mean that Evan was the one who brought me up here. The last thing I remember is fainting as soon as I stepped out of the car. I get up with my heart in my throat. The first thing I look for is the envelope with his documents. I didn’t make a single copy so if he took them, I’m done for. I lift my mattress, which is where I put it, and there is it. I pull it out and quickly go through it. Everything is there. My bedroom door is closed. I hide it in a better place and then make my way to the door barefoot. My heart is slamming against my chest and my mouth is too dry. I open the door and step out into the hallway. As soon as I do, I see Evan seated on the couch. For a fraction of a second, I saw his side profile and thought that it was Victor