Sweet Secret by Karina Castillo (Bekacastle) (classic reads .TXT) 📖

“What did you say?”

“Any. Will Uncle Richard be in Seattle for the wedding?” I took an apple from the table and took a bite.

“Yes. You'll need someone to carry, how about Joe?”

“Joe and I broke up a long time ago, Mom.” I chewed my apple. I still remember when Joe did the same thing.

"All the more reason to bring him to the wedding."
"I don't think Joe wants to come." 

No, I definitely couldn't take anyone to the wedding because of the situation Denzel was going through."

I went up to my room and turned on the laptop.

I don't remember the last time I wrote a blog.

It's been almost a month since I met Denzel Derricks. A month in which I have suspected everyone, including myself... and during that time I have also fallen in love with someone I thought impossible. But I've pushed him away myself, and every second since that day I've regretted it. It was never my intention to hurt him.

Posted blog.

I was about to flop onto the bed when I got a comment on the blog. How strange, it's only been a few seconds since I posted it.

I checked carefully. It was from an anonymous user.

Anonymous has commented on your post.

✉You can never have Denzel Derricks, bitch.

My heart skipped a beat as I read the message. I closed the laptop and began to think. If Alessia had confessed that there was someone behind this, someone who was giving her and Jayden Foster orders, then it had to be one of the friends who had accompanied Joe on the first day of school. They knew that I carried the diary with me.

But the way he spoke and acted… What if it was a woman who was responsible for all this?
“Why so scared?” I looked toward the door, and saw Joe walk in. “Did idiot Derricks do something to you?”

"Depends on which one you're talking about." I flopped onto the bed.
“Both.” He sat next to me “Your mother called me to convince me to be your company at your sister's wedding.”

"You don't have to." I closed my eyes. “My mother just wants to feed the vultures in my family. He just wants them to speak well of me for once…”

"Hey," Joe cupped my chin. “What your family says is a lie, Becky, you know that family is always… family.”
“We have always stayed away from our family for the simple fact that they are very special.” I made myself comfortable on the bed. “I still don't know who is the person who wants to destroy me, I don't have time to think about weddings.”

"Well, you'll find a culprit, believe me, that person must be very close to you.” He must know your every move to be so smart.

“That person must be very close to you. » I repeated in my mind.

"Joe." I screwed up my face and started looking at him. “How did you get my bag?”

He fell silent as he thought. The day of the party I had given my bag to Anne, how come Joe took it? How the hell did he take it off? The only way is that...

"Rebecca, my sister doesn't…”

“And what if yes?” I replied. “How does that person know my every move? What if Anne…?”

“Anne can't do anything against you, Rebecca.” Denzel appeared in the doorway with his hands on his jacket. “She is my best friend, she would never hurt you because you are important to me and to him.”

Joe was uncomfortable.

“What are you doing here?” I wanted to know.

"I saw your blog," he leaned closer. “I didn't like that comment at all, Rebecca.”

“How do you…?”

“I told you, the person doing this has enough connections to handle things very well. He knows how to dress up. It could be before your eyes and you don't see it.” He looked at Joe.

"She's not my sister, okay?" Joe got up. “I m out of here…”

“Joe…”

"Let him go, he'll get over it." Perfect Joe came out of my room, and would probably stay talking to Mom convincing her that he wasn't the one. “I came to ask you not to go, Rebecca.”

"I told you that you don't…" 

He came towards me, took my face and kissed me deeply. I missed his delicious kisses, that saliva that connected us, I missed feeling those heartbeats of desire...

"We're not done, we never have been."