All Chapters of Tangled Truths: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lucas' POVI am already done for.Flora and Serena stand before me, their gazes sharp enough to slice through every carefully crafted lie I have ever told. Their eyes burn with suspicion, their bodies rigid with unrelenting determination. The air between us is thick with tension, pressing down on me like a suffocating weight.We have barely escaped Damien's ambush minutes ago—barely survived a situation that could have ended in bloodshed. And yet, instead of relief, instead of gratitude, all their focus has turned to me.I should have expected this.I want to tell them they should be thanking me, not interrogating me. If it weren't for my intervention, we might not even be standing here right now. But I know that line of reasoning won't fly. Not with them. Not with Flora.Because she wants the truth.And that is the one thing I cannot give her.The mysterious person who has helped me—who has secretly arranged for the armed men to intervene—needs to remain in the shadows. Exposing him

Lucas' POVThe tension in the room is suffocating as we search every inch of Damien's office, determined to find the escape route he must have used. My eyes dart from the large wooden desk to the bookshelves lining the walls, scanning for any sign of a hidden passage. Drawers are flung open, chairs overturned, papers scattered across the floor as everyone works in frantic synchronization.Then, one of the officers calls out, his voice sharp and urgent."Over here!"We immediately scramble toward him, our boots thudding against the floor in unison. He stands beside the elevator, his hand pressed against the panel. His face is grim, his expression tight with focus."What is it?" I demand, my pulse hammering in anticipation.Instead of answering, he presses a seemingly insignificant button on the control panel. A faint click echoes in the silence, followed by a mechanical whirring sound. Slowly, a hidden access point reveals itself—an opening at the top of the elevator, leading upward."

LUCAS' POVI try to keep my focus on the plan we're putting together, but my attention keeps drifting toward Richard. I still don't trust him, no matter how convincingly he claims to be on our side. His words are sharp and precise, his demeanor calculated. He says he wants Damien to pay, that he wants justice, but something about him seems off. His presence feels too convenient, his willingness too eager. I can't shake the feeling that there's more to him than he's letting on.Across the table, Serena and Flora stand by, closely observing everything as we strategize. I catch the exhausted look on Serena's face—she's tired of all of this. The weight of everything we've been through is pressing down on her. She just wants it to be over. I meet her gaze with a reassuring look, silently promising that we're close to the end. That this nightmare is almost over."We've tracked his last known location to the marina district," one officer says, sliding a map across the table. "But he's been c

FLORA’S POVThe building is abandoned—its once grand structure now a crumbling skeleton cloaked in decay. Peeling brick clings desperately to the frame, windows shattered like jagged glass eyes, and ivy coils around the rusted metal like it’s trying to pull the entire place underground. It looks like the kind of setting that belongs in a horror movie—a place where nightmares nestle in the walls.Fitting, really.Considering the monster waiting inside.Damien’s message had been brief. No sentiment. No warmth. No explanation. Just a location and a time, written with clinical detachment. And still—I came.Not because I trusted him. Far from it. But because some truths are worth walking into darkness for. Because the pain he left behind carved questions I can’t let go of. Because he owes me something he’s never had the courage to give.The truth.The air inside is thick with mildew and heavy silence. Each breath feels like swallowing rot. I step through the side entrance, careful, alert.

The night wind bites at Flora’s cheeks as she strides across the cracked pavement, the folder still clutched tightly under her arm like a ticking time bomb she can't defuse. Her heels strike the ground with sharp precision, each click echoing into the cold, hollow stretch of the empty parking lot. She doesn’t look back, doesn’t slow down.Not until she hears his footsteps behind her."Flora, wait," Richard calls, his voice low but urgent.She spins around, eyes lit with fury, her breath curling in the air. "What now?"He stops a few feet away, arms raised slightly, as if she might strike. "I didn’t come to fight."“Then don’t follow me,” she snaps, her tone cutting. “You already did enough damage.”"I’m here to offer you a way out."Those words freeze her in place.Richard steps closer, slower this time, like he’s approaching a wounded animal whose bite he’s starting to understand. "You want to be free of Damien? Of all of this? I can make that happen."Flora narrows her eyes, her voi