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
Flora's POV I shake my head with trembling lips as Lucas continues to hold Me against himself still pointing that terrifying weapon against Damien. This is just too crazy. This is the literal description of a suicidal attempt against the person standing before us. I am not going to blame him though. He is only acting like this because he doesn't know what Damien is capable of. The evil atrocities he has the possibility of committing and the maniacal demonic thoughts he has in his mind for people that he intensely hates. From the look in his eyes, I can tell that he despises Lucas with every fabric of his being and must have already been thinking of endless ways to probably sniff off his life instantly. I turn to look at Lucas, trying to see if I can get his attention to stop what he is doing, but he is not even looking at me. He seems pretty determined to kick him off the boat. "I am serious about this Damien. If you do not leave this boat I'm going to fucking blow your brains
Lucas' POV I watch as the stupid dumb bastard finally lifts both of his hands as if surrendering or something but I am not going to easily fall for his parlor tricks just yet. He smiles as he shakes his head and slowly begins to step out of the basement. " Okay okay. It's all right please don't shoot me. There is no cause for alarm. As you wish, I'm going to step out of the boat, and I'm not going to attack you anymore or disturb your peace. "" Carry your filthy bodyguards along with you. " I say sharply and watch as he claps his hands. The bodyguards, who had been lying down on the ground all the while due to the intense pain I Inflicted on them, begin to get up slowly, still gripping their aching bodies as they, one by one, slowly begin to step out of the basement. He thinks I am a fool. He doesn't know that I have been in this game for a very long time and I know how tricky bastards like him operate. I know when they are at their weakest and when they are at their strongest.
Lucas' POV I stumble over to the bar to notice the endless dents of bullet marks all grazing the wall everywhere and it makes me clench my fist tight.Yep, this is going to need some Express intensive renovation that I will have to organize later, but now is not the time for that.I sigh and then shake my head before bending down to pick up one of the beer bottles that has already been smashed and littered all over the floor. I pick up my head and glance at the shattered bottle in my hand before rolling my eyes and then tossing the bottle elsewhere. "I apologize for this mess." I quickly turn around to see her standing directly in front of me with a frightened and worried expression on her face but I am so not ready to deal with her right now. Her case is another time. "I'm going to need some time to myself. I have a lot of things to work on." I say immediately and notice the slight frown that graces her features but I am not ready to think about that. Maybe she should sit back
Lucas' POV I find myself scaling through all different sections of the boat with worry in my mind and a heavy heart only to discover that her presence is nowhere to be found. I'm seriously having a hard time trying to grasp the possibility of that. How the hell did she just walk away and then vanish within the blink of an eye never to be found again in every section I go to? It is not like the boat is that large for her to just disappear and become difficult to locate. What the hell is going on? The worry in my mind is so excessive I can't even think or process any other thing else. After taking my time to try and relax and sort out the plans I want to make I have been having a very hard time focusing after realizing that I might have been probably a little bit too harsh to her. I shouldn't have shouted like that as her and I deeply regret it. If only I could just figure out where she went because my mind is killing me with excessive guilt. "What the hell are you Flora?" I find
Flora's POV To be honest, the anger I am feeling right now is just... I honestly have no words for it but I am not about to stress my mind in trying to explain it. I just know one thing and that thing is I don't want to see him right now. But why the hell is he fucking following me wherever I go? The moment I notice he is stepping close to me again, I quickly get up from the chair I'm sitting down and attempt to step out of the basement, but then he quickly takes hold of my hand, stopping him midway and spinning me to look at him instantly. "Let me go!!" I told him with all the anger in my veins as I struggled to break free from his grip, but it became tighter than anything I had ever felt, and I knew that he was more than determined, to keep me with him no matter what I did."Please just let me go look. As I have already said, I don't want to see you, please." " Are you seriously acting this annoyed or because of what I said? " he asks that particular frustrating question that
Lucas' POV Jesus lord!!! She did not just do that!!!! The rage in my mind escalates to a much more terrifying level as I quickly sprint towards the balcony she was previously standing and climb over the rails as I quickly dive head first into the ocean trying to keep up with her body that is now on descending fast below with the speed of lightning. This is a very large sea and it is a very huge possibility that humans are going to have a very hard time floating to the surface with the particular location where we are. We are in the fucking middle of the large sea, for heaven's sake, and why the hell is she not thinking about that??!!?? Good Lord, I have never been so furious in my life. I ensure that I am not breathing as I have managed together enough oxygen outside before delving into the water. Then I locate her body descending quickly and swim towards her, wrapping my arms tightly around her waist as I slowly and quickly turn around, making my way back up. I swim around
Lucas' POV She is so freaking adamant and relentless as she continues to struggle with my hand holding her tight determined to break free from me and head over to the basement. I don't even know what to say or what to do right now. I have never felt so weak and exhausted in My Life by just one particular single individual before. This is one of the most stressful situations I never thought for imagined myself to be going through. I can't bear it, and I have a hard time trying to grasp the reason for her sudden, intense,e, annoying attitude as though she might be willing to punch me in the face or something."Look, I am done with you, Lucas, okay, so please just let me go, I beg you. Turn the boat around. I'm going to call Serena right now and she's going to come and pick me up..." She hasn't finished that sentence when her phone begins to ring in her hand and I watch her as he looks at it. "See??!! She is already freaking calling me, and she's trying to locate where I am, so ple
Authorโs NoteAnd that brings us to the end of Part 1 of Tangled Truths: The Billionaireโs Secret Betrayal.But donโt relax just yetโthe story isnโt over.The tension is only getting thicker, and the real game is about to begin.Part 2: Tangled Truths: The Billionaireโs Revenge is coming soon!Get ready for more twists, deeper betrayals, and emotions that will cut even sharper. Flora and Lucasโs journey is far from finished, and the battles ahead will test everything they thought they knewโabout each other, and about themselves.If youโve 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 writingโor 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 Ardenโs corner officeโa 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 hasnโt 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 authorโs 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 Vanceโs empireโonce a towering monolith of luxury, influence, and powerโcrumbles 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 prosecutionโs 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 nowโeerily 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 itโs 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 heโs alive.Alive because she saved him.Yet sheโs not here.Itโs 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 bloodโraw, unstoppable. Floraโs 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.โMark my words!โ he shouts, twisting against his restraints. โYouโve made enemies you donโt even know exist!โHer expression doesnโt change. โLet them come,โ 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.โLucas, hey, stay with me,โ 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 isnโt outside. Itโs 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 Richardโs 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 knifeโnot sleek or tactical, but ugly and vicious, made for tearing flesh, not ending fights cleanly.โYou shouldโve stayed out of this!โ he snarls.Damienโs laugh is a
The estate is old and forgottenโa 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 zonesโjust like Damien prefers. But this time, itโs not his game. This time, sheโs the one holding the pieces.Outside, gravel crunches beneath the weight of expensive tires.Heโs 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: โVictoria Hale: Mistress of Money Laundering?โ and โDamien Vanceโs Queenpin Exposed.โCafes, offices, lobbies, airportsโevery 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 lateโsoft, 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 melodyโfamiliar, 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. โYou shouldnโt be here.โHis gaze roams the roomโbare walls, humming machines, a paper cup with long-cold coffeeโbut it always circles back to her. โI had to see you.โHe closes the door behind him with a gentle click, but the intensity in his expression is anythi