Lucas' POV The expression on her face tells me she did not expect me to say that. This makes me smirk at her as I continue to rile her up. "What's wrong Flora? Gar got your feet? Come on why don't you go ahead and show me the resilient Flora that is ready to evade me and jump into the water?" I continue to tease her with a malicious smile on my face Based on her current expression, I can tell that she is infuriated, and she looks like she must have been stuck at a crossroads. She is a little bit hesitant where she is standing, and it makes me smile. "Just give it up, Flora, okay? Let it go. It's not something so serious, and I do not care about it, so just..." "But it sure sounds serious. I'm sure about that. Why do I have this feeling that you're keeping something from me?" Her words force me to nibble at my lower lip as I gaze down at the ground and then once again divert my eyes back to look up at her face. That soft, smooth, calm face that just... I shut my eyes
AT DAMIEN'S MANSION... He stumbles recklessly into the large mansion and slams the door loudly allowing the sound to reverberate and tremble the walls of the building. The anger and annoyance are evident in his countenance as he flings his suitcase against one of the sofas a few meters away from him and slumps against it, leaning his hand against his elbows as he buries his face into his palms. "I am guessing that things didn't go as well as you planned, right?" A sharp commanding female voice jolts him from his resting position as he quickly turns his head to look behind him and see a delicate figure standing at the bottom of the magnificent marble staircase a few meters away. He sighs and looks away from her before getting up from the sofa. "As you can see yes." He says sharply and quickly begins to take off his suit. "I trusted you to do better. She isn't supposed to be that hard to capture; you know that, right? You know how important she is to us. Why would you make a flim
Flora's POV "Are you serious right now? Are you crazy? What the hell were you thinking? Honestly, I'm having a hard time friend to understand you these days, Flora. Why the hell will you do that? Do you have any idea what he is now? Do you freaking know where he lives? What if he is taking you to a morgue or something? What, then, are you going to do about that?" All I can do is endlessly continue to roll my eyes, and she spits out layers upon layers of instructions and persecutions and scolds into my ears. I expected this. It is nothing new, so the least I can do is to just sit back and allow her to speak her mind without uttering anything. Then, at the end of the day, I'm going to tell her a very big fat sorry. Honestly. I not going to lie. I am intensely tired of it all but it is something I have gotten used to over the years. I can't fight it anymore. I just have to let her speak her mind and Express how she feels about everything that I do. She's been helpful to me so it's th
Flora's POV Okay, so I did not expect that to happen.I watch him walk away with a deep frown on my face "Lucas!! Get back here! Why should that be a hard thing for you?" I ask as I quickly overtake him and stand in his front obstructing his way. He looks at me and then gazes skyward exhaling deeply. "I'm so sorry, but you need to step out of my way right now, Flora. I can't do that." He says, trying to evade me, but I stand in front of him once again. His attitude right now is beginning to make me feel worried.Serena mentioned a few minutes ago that if he is a criminal on a terrifying evil mission, he might not want to tell me the original address of where we are.Look at him right now trying to evade the question. He doesn't even want to look at me. Could she be right about that? No. I quickly shake my head. I'm not going to believe it just yet. I will need to get something from him to prove her wrong."Look, I've had a tough day,y, Flo,ra, okay? So please just do yourself a
Flora's POV "You should learn to caution yourself and watch what you do whenever you try to make silly actions like that. I am a man and you should know that I have needs." He speaks with his voice laced with a seductive potion that captivates me so hard my eyelashes flutter without control. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and then pull him Close towards me pressing my lips crazy with excessive Desire against his. He chuckles against my lips and then finally manages to pu, ll away slowly rubbing his long, beautiful fingers against my cheeks. "I would have loved to go along with this, but unfortunately, I'm not sure I can do that right now." Disappointment crosses my chest the moment I hear him say that. Why? "But..." "Shhhh." He shuts me up immediately with a smile and then immediately moves away from me adjusting his clothes. Oh, okay, this is real, all confusing right now. Is he really that angry that he can't even find the zeal to at least hold me or kiss
Lucas' POV What the bloody hell is going on right now? I feel so confused. I continue to drag her away with a deep frown on my face as I lead her down the basement of the boat, shutting the door immediately and locking it. I turn to look at her beautiful face and notice the fright already enveloping them. "What the hell is that?" She asks immediately, but then I shake my head, thinking of a quick way to distract her from the trouble. I am not comfortable seeing her like this. I had been hoping that I would continue to see that beautiful, elated smile of hers on her face. But what the hell is all this and who the hell is the bastard that how to ruin my chances of happiness right now? Aaargh. I have never felt so angry in my entire life. I look around the basement of the ship and then scan a very large table wide and big enough to contain her and protect her from whatever might happen later. I walk up to her and place both of my hands against her shoulders, rubbing them sligh
Flora's POV My lips are trembling. My limbs themselves are also trembling. I'm struggling to catch my breath right now as it feels as though a powerful invisible strong Force is sucking up all the entire oxygen in the air. Lucas scrambles towards a place in the slightly dark basement, and within the blink of an eye, he is not where to be found. I look around with fear wondering where the hell he went to as the fear in my chest increases. What the hell is he doing? Why did he choose to disappear like that? I wonder to myself as I look all around me with fear wondering if it will be a very wise idea to call his name. That's going to be bad because it's going to attract the attention of the attackers who are standing directly outside the door presently. I find my place beneath the table where Lucas asked me to hide and slowly attempt to pull down a shutter that looks as though it was erected like a door or something. I don't understand the structure of this table but I can tell
Lucas' POV I continue to look at her with disbelief in my eyes. Just what the living bloody heavens is she thinking? Is she thinking that this is some kind of child play or what? I don't understand what is going on in her mind presently. Just what the fucking hell... I continue to look at her with disbelief as she slowly turns around to face Damien who is smirking at her with an evil determination in his eyes. God, I hate him so much, and it is making me so annoyed and frightened and scared at the same time. I don't know what tricks he has up in his sleeve to get her back. I needed to be able to focus so I would know how and what tactic to use to kick him out of this boat once and for all. But it is not going to be easy right now with flora standing directly in between the both of us. It's going to make my attention divided and I am not going to know who to attend to first. This is just so freaking crazy. I'm still having a hard time trying to grasp what she intended to gain
Author’s NoteAnd that brings us to the end of Part 1 of Tangled Truths: The Billionaire’s Secret Betrayal.But don’t relax just yet—the story isn’t over.The tension is only getting thicker, and the real game is about to begin.Part 2: Tangled Truths: The Billionaire’s Revenge is coming soon!Get ready for more twists, deeper betrayals, and emotions that will cut even sharper. Flora and Lucas’s journey is far from finished, and the battles ahead will test everything they thought they knew—about each other, and about themselves.If you’ve enjoyed the story so far, please take a moment to leave a quick review or comment.It truly helps support my writing and allows me to continue creating more intense, emotional journeys for you to enjoy.Also, if you can, I would love for you to leave a short comment letting me know what you think about my writing—or even about me as an author! Your feedback means more than you know and inspires me to keep going.Thank you from the bottom of my heart
The package arrives on a rainy Tuesday.No return address. No note. Just a small, meticulously wrapped box resting quietly on the mahogany desk inside Lucas Arden’s corner office—a sanctuary of power that overlooks the city he painstakingly rebuilt from the ruins of scandal and deception.Rain slides down the glass in thin, silver streaks. Thunder hums in the background. He stares at the package for a long moment, his expression unreadable, before reaching for the silver letter opener he hasn’t touched in weeks. He slices through the paper with slow precision, a subtle tightness in his jaw.Inside, nestled like a secret in a bed of crisp black tissue, is a book.A hardcover. Matte black jacket. White serif font.The Tangled TruthA NovelHe freezes.The title registers like a whisper in his bones. Familiar. Haunting.His gaze falls to the author’s name printed below the title in small, elegant script: F. H.His heartbeat falters.He sits down slowly, almost mechanically, and opens the
The fall is always louder than the rise.Damien Vance’s empire—once a towering monolith of luxury, influence, and power—crumbles in a blaze of disgrace. Headlines scream betrayal. His private jets are impounded. Offshore accounts frozen. International warrants flood in. The once-revered tycoon who dined with diplomats and kings now finds himself dragged through a gauntlet of indictments. The media flocks like vultures, circling his legacy as it burns."The Billionaire Who Built His Castle on Lies" blares across global news networks, each word another nail in the coffin of a reputation meticulously manufactured.Victoria Hale sits at the eye of the storm.No longer wrapped in designer gowns or commanding red carpets, she appears in court cuffed and sallow-faced. The courtroom buzzes like a hive, a theater of judgment packed with cameras and whispers. At the prosecution’s table, Serena sits tall in her tailored navy suit, eyes sharp and voice colder than the marble walls around her.She
The hospital room is quiet now—eerily so.Gone are the rhythmic beeps of machines warning of danger. Gone is the sterile rush of nurses and the chaotic hum of life and death decisions. What remains is a stillness that feels like it’s holding its breath. A moment stretched thin by memory.Lucas sits upright in the hospital bed, a bandage wrapping his ribs, the white cotton stark against his bruised, olive-toned skin. His breath catches every time he shifts, a sharp pull in his side reminding him that pain means survival. That he’s alive.Alive because she saved him.Yet she’s not here.It’s been three days since Damien was dragged into federal custody, cuffed and broken beneath the weight of his own lies. Three days since Richard was paraded before a sea of flashing cameras and stunned reporters. The truth spilled out like blood—raw, unstoppable. Flora’s plan had worked. Her chessboard cleared. But Lucas?He still listens for her voice in every quiet moment.There are no calls. No mess
The sound of sirens fades into the distance, no longer urgent, but lingering like the echo of a dying heartbeat. Red and blue lights strobe across the cracked marble floor of the Ashton estate, casting eerie shadows through broken windows. Officers drag Richard through the front entryway, his designer shirt torn, face bloodied, and wrists bound in steel.His eyes burn with betrayal. Hatred. But Flora stands firm.“Mark my words!” he shouts, twisting against his restraints. “You’ve made enemies you don’t even know exist!”Her expression doesn’t change. “Let them come,” she murmurs, her voice quiet but lethal. Her eyes follow him as he vanishes down the steps, swallowed by the flashing lights.As soon as the door swings shut behind him, she drops to her knees beside Lucas.His blood is all over her now, soaking her hands, smearing across her black pants. His shirt clings to his skin, dyed dark with crimson. His chest rises, shallow but steady. Barely.“Lucas, hey, stay with me,” she whi
The sirens scream louder now, flashing lights slicing through the gloom, painting the crumbling estate in hues of red and blue. It should feel like rescue. Like justice. But to Flora, it feels like a final warning.Because the true danger isn’t outside. It’s here, inside these decaying walls. Inside the men she once trusted. The danger pulses through the air like a second heartbeat.Damien moves first. A blur of fury and precision, he launches at Richard without hesitation. His fist connects with Richard’s jaw in a brutal crack, sending the man stumbling into an old sideboard. Wood splinters and glass explodes, littering the floor with jagged debris. Flora screams as the violence erupts inches from her, the sound swallowed by the crashing chaos.Richard recovers with frightening speed. From beneath his coat, he draws a knife—not sleek or tactical, but ugly and vicious, made for tearing flesh, not ending fights cleanly.“You should’ve stayed out of this!” he snarls.Damien’s laugh is a
The estate is old and forgotten—a crumbling remnant of wealth swallowed by creeping vines and heavy silence. Once opulent, it now stands like a ghost of itself, hollowed out by time and secrets. The kind of place where legacies go to die. The kind of place perfect for a reckoning.Flora stands in the grand, dusty main hall, dressed in black from head to toe. Her figure is still, almost statuesque, beneath the cracked chandelier that sways gently with the wind slipping through fractured windows. The air is cold, but her heartbeat is calm. Deliberate. Her eyes scan the space, sharp and unwavering.This place, she chose with care. Far from the noise of the city. Removed from surveillance. Forgotten by maps. It has blind spots, hidden corners, and dead zones—just like Damien prefers. But this time, it’s not his game. This time, she’s the one holding the pieces.Outside, gravel crunches beneath the weight of expensive tires.He’s here.Damien enters as if he owns the world. As if no ghost,
The news breaks like a thunderclap across the media landscape, exploding across every major outlet and social feed with merciless precision. Headlines blare from every screen, screaming in bold fonts and sensational tones: “Victoria Hale: Mistress of Money Laundering?” and “Damien Vance’s Queenpin Exposed.”Cafes, offices, lobbies, airports—every screen plays the same loops. Glitchy video clips, forensic screenshots, redacted emails bearing her unmistakable signature in looping, elegant scrawl. Secret wire transfers, altered invoices, encrypted files cracked wide open. Each detail surgically exposed. Each thread meticulously traced. The media feasts on it. The public, ravenous, consumes every scandalous bite.In the heart of the city, high above the noise, Victoria Hale watches it all unfold.She stands frozen in her penthouse suite, a glass of champagne trembling in her perfectly manicured hand. The television throws harsh light against her face, and for once, she doesn't glow in it.
The knock comes late—soft, hesitant, but deliberate. It cuts through the silence like a thread pulled tight, taut with tension.Flora freezes at the terminal, her fingers suspended just above the keyboard. Code flickers across the screen, each blinking character casting fragments of light across her face. Her heart jumps, not from surprise, but from recognition. She knows who it is before the door even creaks open.Lucas steps inside.His presence fills the room like the return of a forgotten melody—familiar, haunting, comforting, and utterly misplaced in this sterile war zone of a tech suite. The air shifts with him, bringing something warmer, something dangerous.Flora rises slowly, spine straightening, jaw clenched tight. “You shouldn’t be here.”His gaze roams the room—bare walls, humming machines, a paper cup with long-cold coffee—but it always circles back to her. “I had to see you.”He closes the door behind him with a gentle click, but the intensity in his expression is anythi