Maeve_Holloway

Kaira thought she had left her past behind—until a rainy morning on Ember Street brought her face-to-face with a man who seemed to know more about her than he should. A stolen glance, a cryptic note, and a coat that smells like storms are all it takes to pull her into a game she didn’t sign up for.
As the layers of his identity begin to peel away, Kaira discovers that this stranger isn’t the only one chasing her secrets. Each encounter brings her closer to the truth she’s been running from—and a decision that could shatter her fragile world.
With danger lurking in every shadow and an undeniable connection between them, Kaira must confront the question: Is this man her savior, her destroyer, or something in between?
Rainfall of Secrets is a gripping tale of romance and intrigue, where trust is fragile, the past is never far behind, and every storm leaves a trail.

the rain of secrets

The forest loomed ahead, thick with shadows and secrets. Kaira's breath came in sharp, uneven bursts as she clutched the note tighter, its ink smudging against her damp fingers.

Behind her, the waves still roared, their endless crash against the rocks a cruel reminder of how close she'd come to death.

Ahead, something—or someone—waited.

Adrian moved first. Knife in hand, he stepped in front of her, body tense, scanning the darkness between the trees. "Who's there?"

Then, a whisper, so faint it could have been the wind:

The voice wasn't unfamiliar. It was a memory, resurrected from the night she barely survived.

She closed her eyes, and suddenly, she was back there.

Metal twisted, fire roared, glass rained down like falling stars.

Her chest tightened. "Adrian," she whispered, "I know that voice."

He didn't look away from the trees. "Who is it?"

Kaira swallowed. "The night of my accident… someone was there. I remember now. I heard them before I blacked out."

Adrian tensed. "What did they say?"

A figure stepped into the moonlight.

Tall. Cloaked in black. The hood obscured their face, but the voice—the voice was unmistakable now.

Kaira's pulse pounded. "You left me that note."

Alyssa didn't deny it. "You weren't supposed to find it."

Adrian's grip on his knife tightened. "Then why leave it?"

Alyssa hesitated. For the first time, she looked… uncertain. "Because I owe you more than silence, Kaira."

Alyssa had always been the enigma, the puzzle piece that never quite fit. But now, with smoke still clinging to her clothes and something like regret flickering in her eyes, Kaira saw her for what she really was.

Betrayal is a knife with two edges,

cutting the betrayer as deeply as the betrayed.

the blood on your hands starts to feel like your own.

Alyssa exhaled. "Your father wasn't the only one keeping secrets, Kaira."

The ground felt unsteady beneath her feet. "What do you mean?"

Alyssa's gaze darkened. "You survived that night because someone pulled you from the wreckage."

Adrian's voice was razor-sharp. "Then who?"

The wind howled through the trees, carrying Alyssa's answer like a death sentence.

Kaira's world tilted. "That's impossible."

Adrian shot Kaira a wary glance. "I thought your mother died when you were little."

"She did." Kaira's voice wavered. "She—"

But now, the memories weren't so clear.

Her mother's grave. A closed casket. A funeral shrouded in whispers.

And a woman standing in the rain, watching from a distance.

A woman who might never have died at all.

Adrian was the first to speak. "Where is she, Alyssa?"

Alyssa's voice was steady, but something about the way she clenched her fists told Kaira she wasn't sure she wanted to give this answer.

"She's the reason they wanted you dead."

Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.

From the trees, more figures emerged.

Alyssa's expression darkened. "They found us."

Kaira's fingers curled around the note one last time before she bolted into the night, her mother's name a ghost on her lips.

Chapter 11: Whispers in the Dark