The Ringmaster’s Secret (The Misfit Cabaret #1) Read Online Aria Cole

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Misfit Cabaret Series by Aria Cole
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
<<<<414222324252634>35
Advertisement2


He nodded, respect and a touch of sadness in his eyes. “Let’s get to work.”

As Mark and the editorial team began preparing the exposé for publication, I stood back, watching the process unfold. The weight of my decision pressed down on me, each keystroke and page proof a reminder of the consequences to come. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the fallout. This was the right thing to do, I reminded myself. No matter the personal cost.

Hours later, the news had begun to spread like wildfire. I returned to the circus as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the grounds. The main office buzzed with tension. Staff gathered in small clusters, reading the article on their phones and printed copies. Their reactions varied—shock, anger, confusion, and in some cases, a silent relief that the truth was finally out. I slipped into the back, unnoticed at first, watching the scene unfold. Whispers filled the air, punctuated by the occasional raised voice. The reality of what I had done hit me with full force, but I stood my ground, knowing this was the path I had to take. Dante, still bandaged and moving with caution, entered the office. His presence drew immediate attention, eyes following him with a mix of accusation and sympathy. He met their gazes head-on, his own expression a complex mix of regret and resolve. I watched him, my heart aching for the burden he now carried.

He began to speak, his voice calm but filled with the gravity of the situation. “I know you’re all reading the article,” he said, his tone steady despite the tension in the room. “Everything in it is true. We’ve uncovered corruption, fraud, and worse. And while it’s painful, it’s necessary for us to face these truths if we’re ever going to move forward.”

The room was silent, the weight of his words sinking in. Dante’s eyes met mine briefly, a flicker of something unspoken passing between us. I could see the pain and the determination in his gaze, mirroring my own conflicted feelings. As the staff began to absorb the reality, some voiced their anger, others their confusion. A few stepped forward to offer support, their loyalty to the circus and to Dante evident. It was a bittersweet moment, seeing the community I had come to care for grappling with the harsh truths we had uncovered.

Later, as the evening deepened, Dante walked through the circus grounds, still recovering but resolute. I followed at a distance, watching as he interacted with the performers and staff. Whispers followed him, a mixture of respect and uncertainty. His leadership would be questioned, his decisions scrutinized, but he faced it all with a strength that only made me love him more. When he finally turned and saw me, we shared a long, silent look. No words were needed to convey the depth of our connection and the challenges we now faced. Despite the turmoil, the pain, and the uncertainty, I knew we would face it together, stronger for what we had endured.

The atmosphere in the main tent was thick with tension as night descended, casting long shadows over the gathered circus staff. I stood near the entrance, watching as Dante moved to the center, his presence commanding even in the dim light. The air was charged, a mix of anxiety and expectation.

“Everyone, please,” Dante began, his voice resonant and steady. The murmur of conversations quieted, all eyes turning towards him. “I know you’ve all read the article. What’s in it is true. We’ve been exposed, and now we have to deal with the consequences.”

There was a collective intake of breath. Dante’s eyes scanned the crowd, meeting each gaze with a mix of regret and resolve. “I take full responsibility for what’s happened. The corruption, the crimes—it all happened under my watch, and for that, I am deeply sorry.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity. I could see the pain etched on his face, the weight of leadership pressing down on him. But there was also a spark of determination, a flicker of hope.

“We have a choice now,” he continued. “We can either let this tear us apart, or we can use it as an opportunity to rebuild, to create something better. I believe in this circus, and I believe in all of you. Together, we can move forward.”

The crowd was silent, absorbing his words. Then, one by one, the staff began to nod, murmuring their agreement. It was a tentative acceptance, but it was a start.

As the meeting dispersed, I slipped out of the tent, my heart heavy with the weight of the evening’s events. I needed to find Dante, to talk to him away from the crowd. I wandered the grounds, the familiar sounds of the circus now tinged with a sense of loss and uncertainty. I found him sitting on a bench, staring out over the empty grounds. The moonlight cast a soft glow over him, highlighting the lines of tension in his face. He looked up as I approached, his expression unreadable.


Advertisement3

<<<<414222324252634>35

Advertisement4