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
Lucas' POV Jesus lord what the hell came over me right there? I think to myself as we begin to Walk through the waters, slowly making our way towards the speed boat I had managed to capture from that stubborn-headed bodyguard of a fellow. We get to the boat, and I use myself as a support, allowing her to step on my shoulder while I grip the edge of the boat to maintain stability. She stumbles into the boat and suddenly screams forcing me to look at her with shock. But then she covers her mouth quickly looking at me with fear. "I am so sorry. There is a body in the boat." I frown at her words, and it is then that I realize that I forgot to dispose of the body of a chief security guard whom I had blown his brains out a few minutes ago. Oh shit. I guess I should have disposed of his body immediately and cleaned out the mess before bringing her here. But then I was too occupied with so much eagerness to just get back to her and show her that I am not one to be underestimated and I
Flora's POV Following the directions of Lucas's assistant and Serena's guidance, we find ourselves in a secluded part of the city in one of the largest estates known as Viscaria, where Lucas's most secluded secretive family mansion is, and it seems like that must be the most protected area according to him. The situation before us is the kind that tells us that we have to be careful wherever we go because the common enemy is on our tail, and well, that enemy is the one that is going to stop at nothing until he gets what he wants, which is me. God knows that I sincerely do not want to go back into his hands anymore. I am so done with him, and I can't even begin to picture or imagine what my life will be like in his home, even after figuring that he doesn't give a shit about my well-being.It's going to be literal hell on Earth, and I'm not about to go through that, not in my lifetime.We are all standing directly in front of the largest and tallest golden beautiful design gate I hav
Flora's POV My eyes cannot begin to magnify or explain the beauty I am looking at right now. The fact that the evening is already fast descending is not making it easy for me to visualize everything clearly, but then the street lights are already beginning to switch on automatically one after the other to create a more visible environment even as the darkness slowly descends.Lucas walks over to a section of the beautiful road, gazing at the roadside flowers, and I make a move to head over towards in, but someone takes my arm, pulling me back. I turn around to see Serena giving me a hard glare and it makes me raise my eyes with wonder as I observe her. "Is anything wrong?" I asked her immediately, but then she shook her head and took me to another side, far away from Charles, who was still standing before us, looking a little bit nervous, probably of our presence or something, but I don't know. "I still do not get how you are comfortable moving around like this along with someone
Flora's POV It's not like I have not been to the rich part of life before. It's not like I have suffered almost all my life and not experienced what it means to live your life with satisfaction. I have, but I'm not just the kind of person who focuses her mind and attention on the most expensive technology or the latest brand of substances that have special effects that include a way to the human mind. My mind slowly began to drift back to the days when I and Damien lived in peaceful harmony with the love I felt for him, then far more intense due to how he reciprocated and treated me like I was the only female he had ever seen. Those were marvelously perfect good days until probably the queen of Death descended and decided to take perfect control over his brain turning him against me. I heave a sigh of disappointment, leaning my elbows against the edge of the window and using my hand as a support as I continue to look out, admiring the rows of Mansions and skyscrapers as Lucas spe
Flora's POV Lucas goes straight to the point and stands at the center of the large, beautiful city room and then claps his palms together to draw our attention towards himself. "Okay, so we are going to make this quick because there is no time on our side. I need you to take notes, Charles. I know that this is not a business meeting, but it is also an important matter concerning the entire life and well-being of someone whom we care about deeply, so yeah, I think it is a wise decision to take notes." I just roll my eyes and make myself comfortable sitting down on one of the Long, beautiful sofas as I look around me, blinking rapidly to myself. Seriously, I do not understand why he has to make it this official as we are about to go on a business trip or something, but well, it is something he wants to do by himself, so I cannot stop him from doing what he thinks is best. "I know this must be too much on you, Flora and Serena. And well I know you are extremely angry with me right n
Flora's POV "How many times do I have to tell you to stop fucking calling me that?" I find myself saying loudly as I glare hard at him trying to struggle with the intense emotions brewing in my chest. I noticed the confused expression on Serena's face as she observed the both of us with the dramatic climax between us. I quickly begin to think of a way to divert the entire topic so that Lucas will not continue with this and probably create a spark of argument between him and Serena. That is something I don't think I will be able to take since I have noticed the intense tension that continues to evolve between the both of them. Well, I can't say that Lucas hates Serena or doesn't care about her, but I can say that Serena doesn't give two shits about Lucas's well-being and is not comfortable with him at all. I quickly raise my hands, trying to draw both of their attention back to me since I noticed that they are now staring at each other with an intense sort of... I
Flora's POV Serena is barely able to reply to what I just said when Charles immediately steps out of the room and shuts the door quickly behind him drawing our attention towards him. He sighs the moment he gets to us and looks at both of us with a foreign sort of expression on his face. "Well, I am honestly sorry for the inconvenience and for actually drawing you over to this place to create..." he stops in his sentence, and from the expression on his face, I can tell that he must be scared of what he is about to say right now. I raised an eyebrow scrutinizing him deeply before casting a glance at Serena. "speak up now." He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. "I am so sorry for the inconvenience, but according to my boss, he has already stated that it appears you both do not want his help, so he has taken his hands away from your case." I raise an eyebrow with shock at what he just said. Wait a minute. Just like that? he didn't even bother to like..., just assi
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