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
56. Freaking Accept It Lucas's POV Okay, so when we are talking about being extremely stubborn, I never expected that this is how Flora was going to turn out. I mean, I understand that I kind of overreacted back in the mansion and did the most unreasonable thing by just abandoning her and her friend to their devices all because I was annoyed about the fact that having a friend is just so freaking unaccepting to me. But I know I shouldn't have done that. I really shouldn't. I watch her as she continues to walk away using the sidewalk, and the quick stripes she is using tell me that she is extremely infuriated by my presence and doesn't want to have any shit to do with me right now. Her friend Serena follows closely behind why I take a step or two to get to her and take hold of her hand but Serena stands in my way. "do you want to know something, Mr Lucas? I think we have had enough of your time, so this is where I say you should cut the long story short and maintain
57. The Most Barbaric Words Flora's POV I continue to observe her intensely with my brain racking and trying to figure out a way about what the hell is going on with Serena but it is just so extremely hard to figure it out. It is extremely confusing most times and it just makes me want to pull my hair off. It's already getting too much and I don't think I might be able to bear this for another longer time than I can bargain. The time has come when I will need to speak my mind and talk to her about this because it is just way too much. I know I shouldn't have reacted to Lucas the way I did but I just did it on purpose to see how she is going to take it. Her reaction after everything was just something else. I have a strange feeling that her protectiveness is just much more than what she is letting out, and I know she has something she is keeping from me, but why the hell is it just so hard to figure it out? I take a deep breath as the car finally comes to a stop
Flora's POV my brain is having a hard time trying to process what the living hell is going on right now. I look around me and blink my eyelid rapidly to ensure and I'm not seeing things. what the hell is Damien doing here? it is at this point that I begin to regret actually neglecting lucas's help to take us back here and ensure that I'm in a perfect safe hands. now what the hell are we going to do now? what do I think Serena will be able to do to help out of this situation presently? it's not like she was capable of keeping Damien away from me previously while I was trying to escape from her apartment. this is just so freaky right now as I continue to look at him with wide eyes. my senses are all alert, getting ready for his next cause of action which I do not know of. he raises both of his hands as if trying to calm me down and pacify me and it is then that I noticed the bouquet of flowers in his hands now that is the second weirdest thing I have noticed
Flora's POV I gulp hard at serena's words as I continue to look at Damian who still looks like a little child trying to persuade his mom to get him something. he begins to step closer and from the expression on his face I can see determination and adamancy. "look, all I just want is for you to come back to me, okay? I have really missed you so much." desperacy is written all over his face as he makes a move Close towards me and attempts to take my hand but Serena pulls me backwards helping me to evade him as he continues to make his way closer and closer towards me. in fact the impression he is given right now is that he desperately wants me back or something and it is just making me feel so worried and confused. if he didn't actually care about me in the first place to go behind my back and take another woman as his wife, then what the living hell does he wants with me? this is just so crazy as hell and I can't contain the rage that is already brewing my mind as I glar
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