The Lie's Secret (Spies)

The Lie's Secret (Spies)

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Hello there, my name is Caroline Sparks, but I go by Cora. Actually, I go by Agent Sparks. My family passed away when I was very young, so i'm abandoned, not needed. I made my biggest choice in life... to become a spy, just like my father. When 8 agents get chosen to join the Elite Team, I wasn't shocked I made it, since I am one of the best. I take my job very seriously. One day, I realized my whole life was a screwed up mess that made no sense. Finding the pieces little by little, I realized someone was playing a game on me, trying to make up a life that I was never supposed to figure out the truth about, but I never realized the truth until one mission in particular sent me into shock and doubt. I start doubting and losing hope, never trusting anyone, until I found someone I loved.Life takes a twist as I uncover life's mystery... the truth. But, someone wouldn't let me destroy something they tried so hard to bury...
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I used to think secrets were like perfume - easy to wear, easy to hide, intoxicating if you chose the right kind. My husband still kisses me goodnight with the same soft smile, never noticing the faint trace of gun oil beneath the scent of jasmine on my skin. He thinks I'm just another bored wife with too much time and too little purpose, but every night, when he drifts to sleep, I slip out of the silk sheets and into a world painted in blood and shadows. The men he calls friends - the ones who toast at our dinner table - don't realize their names are already on my list. And as for the man I shouldn't be loving... well, he's the only one who knows who I really am.

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