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
Flora's POV I can feel the intense energy in the air. I can feel the want and the desire that is already tearing at my muscles for the man who is presently standing before me holding me tightly to himself while bringing my face closer to his. Electricity shoots through my body the moment I feel his soft, warm breath against my face, and this makes me shut my eyes,s, getting ready to succumb to the moment and allow that passionate lip embrace to take perfect control over me. But then, before any of that can happen, we are interrupted by a very sharp,p, powerful rustling sound as though someone is attempting to scratch a sharp substance against the edge of the boat. Lucas also stops and looks a little bit taken aback as he froze intensely, looking all around him, probably trying to analyze what is going on. It sounded so loud and so weird like the sound of...I don't know. It was so powerful that anyone could hear it, even about a mile away from the boat, talk less of what was al
Her laughter continues to ring relentlessly all over the large sitting room while she crosses her legs like the evil queen that she is, shaking her head mysteriously with an evil smirk on her face. Her partner in evil is seated directly beside her, swirling a glass cup of wine in his hand as he places the cup against his mouth and drinks the liquid, also gazing at the large screen in front of the both of them, smiling wickedly. "Honestly I need to admit. I underestimated this young lad's prowess. He is far more intelligent than I imagine." The stunning, beautiful, but wicked-looking lady says, and Damien chuckles before dropping the glass cup against the table beside his chair. "Yeah, well, you are right about that. I wish I had seen this from the beginning. It wouldn't have been so hard this way. I shouldn't have allowed her to leave the office at the time she caught us. I guess that is when she probably stumbled into him and now he is trying to make this a living hell for
Flora's POV "I don't think this is worth anything. We are just going to waste our time, and I can assure you that by the time we get halfway to where we are right now, you are going to lose your energy." I find myself telling him, observing the way his hands are trembling vigorously while he tries to keep me against his back, using himself as a sort of lifeboat or something swimming through the vast sea, looking for a place where we can relax for a short while. He chuckles and shakes his head. "This is an ocean flora okay? There is no place to relax and you should have known that by now. Stop giving yourself false hope." He says as he continues to wave his fingers through the vastness of the waters, moving slowly and scanning the entire surroundings for a place. "Do you know what? I think we should take five." I tell him immediately and point towards a large-looking plank slowly making its way to what was due to the massive waves of the water. "We can take that. I hope it will be
Flora's POV The tension increases rapidly, making both of us forget that we are still in the middle of a sea, completely stuck in the middle of nowhere with no one around to help us. I don't even know why we don't suddenly care about this anymore and it kind of makes me feel intrigued. The seawater brushing against our skin is intensifying the spark I am feeling, drawing me closer and closer towards him. I gasp with Desire as he trails his fingers along my waist and then pulls me closer all the more towards himself forcing me to feel his bulge below his belt. Oh, good lord. I lost control of my sanity and then moved my legs, wrapping them tightly around his waist in that position. "Oh fuck Flora..." He whispers against my lips and begins to plan so many endless trails of kisses all over my cheeks and then towards my neck. The fact that we are both completely soaked is intensifying all the want in my body. I can feel every fabric and structure of his muscularly toned body and
Lucas' POV Well, I know that she must be presently looking at me as though I'm the daftest person she has ever come across but well as I mentioned earlier she hasn't known me all these years to know what skills and abilities I have managed to acquire due to the fact that I know what the world is and I had to prepare to ensure that my stand is amongst to those who are the ones that can't be bullied for this regarded. I am about to make my way out of our hiding place after signaling for her to remain where she is and keep quiet, but then she takes hold of my hand. "You seriously do not have to do this. It could be a little bit dangerous. They have the better advantage. They have weapons on a speed boat, but you are armless, and you are stuck up in the water." She whisperers calmly and the worry in her features is unmistakable. Wow, I never knew she cared for me this much. I smirk at her and move closer to her before connecting my lips with hers for a very brief moment. Then I pull
Flora's POV I honestly do not like the sound of what I am hearing but then it's not like there is anything I can do. I have already promised him that I'm going to maintain my stay inside here till he is done and then he's going to get back to me. "And probably make love to you in this hiding place." My stupid, silly mind says to me, and it forces me to slap my cheeks hard. Jeez, stop fucking thinking about these perverted thoughts Flora. I tried to caution myself and quickly shook my head the moment I noticed that the endless shooting and struggle around had already subsided. I blink rapidly, wondering if it is going to be a great idea to step out and see if everything is okay, but then I remember that I have to stay with him and wait for him to get back. Uurrgh. This is the worst thing I hate about suspense. It just keeps me bound without any way to escape from a situation that feels as if my heart is being tugged in different directions. I hear whispers and discussions betwee
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