Tangled Truths のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

The moment I say that, the line becomes completely silent and dead, as if nobody had spoken, and it makes me bite down against my bottom lip as I wait patiently."Hello, sir?" I speak, trying to call his attention, and then I hear him clear his throat at the other end."I'm so sorry for the little break. I was actually talking with my secretary. I'm so sorry," he replies, and then exhales. "I would actually love to reply to that question, Mr. Lucas, believe me, I would really love to, but I just can't, okay? There are some things you don't know that have actually happened, and in some way, because of your presence in the entire situation, everything is kind of connected to me. So yeah, I have to do everything within my power to get involved."I bite down against my bottom lip and close my eyes, exhaling softly as I shake my head."Does it really have to be this mysterious? I promise if I mistakenly find out anything, I'm just going to—I'm going to do my best to keep it a secret," I re

Flora's eyes are locked onto mine, sharp and unyielding. I can feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, pressing in on me like an invisible force. She isn't letting this go."Who was on the phone, Lucas?" she asks again, her voice edged with a razor-sharp frustration.Her gaze pins me in place, demanding an answer. Flora isn't someone who lets doubts fester quietly—she confronts them head-on, dissects them until there is nothing left to question. And right now, I am the puzzle she is trying to solve.I inhale slowly, keeping my expression as neutral as possible. The wrong move could shatter the fragile trust between us. The person I have spoken to wants his identity kept a secret, and as much as I hate deceiving Flora, I have no choice."It's nothing important," I say, forcing a casual tone that I hope masks the truth.Her lips press into a thin line. The shift in her posture tells me she isn't buying it. "If it's nothing, why won't you just tell me?"Her voice is quieter t

I am still deep in conversation with the mysterious contact when a sudden knock on the bedroom door makes me whirl around, my pulse spiking.The room, once quiet except for the soft hum of my phone's screen, now feels suffocatingly still.I clench my phone tightly, my fingers gripping it with just enough force to keep my nerves in check. My eyes flick toward the door, muscles tensed. "Who's there?" I demand.Silence.My stomach twists slightly, an uneasy feeling creeping up my spine.I exhale sharply, my patience thinning. "I said, who's there?"A few seconds pass before a soft voice comes through, barely above a whisper. "It's me."Flora.The tension in my shoulders loosens, but only slightly. Something in her tone makes my frustration waver. She sounds hesitant, almost… afraid.My grip on my phone loosens as my chest tightens with an unfamiliar warmth. It isn't like her to sound so uncertain. Flora is always strong, always composed—even when she doubts me. But now, there is somethin

Flora's POVFear grips me so tightly that I can barely breathe.The air feels thick, suffocating, as if the weight of the night itself is pressing down on my chest. My pulse thrums wildly, each heartbeat pounding in my ears, drowning out everything else.At the entrance to the bedroom, just as we reach the top of the stairs, a masked man steps forward, his heavy machine gun raised, the barrel gleaming under the dim hallway light.Pointed directly at us.Every muscle in my body locks in place. My breath catches in my throat. My mind screams at me to run, but my legs won't move.Beside me, Serena's grip tightens on my arm, her fingers digging into my skin, trembling as much as I am. She barely breathes.The masked man tilts his head slightly, his voice eerily calm. "You're coming with me."The words send a fresh wave of terror crashing over me.Coming with him? Why? Where?My throat is so dry I can't even swallow.His gun jerks toward the open doorway, a silent command. Inside.Serena a

Flora's POVI keep glancing at Lucas, trying to read his expression. He isn't moving, isn't reacting—just standing there, staring at Damien with that dangerous smirk, as if he is cooking something up in his mind.My nerves are shot, my body tense. I flick my gaze to Serena. She looks like she is two seconds away from lunging at Damien and punching him in the face. But we all know that would be a terrible idea.Damien's gun remains trained on Lucas, his expression laced with frustration. "I don't understand," he says, shaking his head. "Why are you so interested in her? What's the history between you two that makes you willing to throw your life away?"We aren't about to give him the backstory—that Lucas and I were high school classmates, that this connection between us runs deeper than anything Damien could comprehend.The only thing that matters is that I cannot go with him.But he doesn't care. His grip on my wrist tightens, and he yanks me toward the bedroom door, still keeping his