All Chapters of Tangled Truths: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The room is dark—a private sanctuary deliberately shielded from the outside world, lit only by the cold, electric flicker of security footage playing across a bank of high-definition monitors. The hiss of static mingles with the muted sounds of gunfire, desperate screams, and final whispered words that echo from the grainy video files, creating a macabre symphony of destruction and despair.A solitary figure sits in a plush leather chair, draped in shadow like a second skin. Their silhouette remains deliberately obscured against the bluish glow of the screens, their posture a study in calculated composure—relaxed yet alert, like a predator at rest.One hand, encased in supple black leather gloves that creak softly with each subtle movement, swirls a crystal glass of deep red wine that catches fragments of light from the monitors. The other hand navigates across a wireless keyboard with practiced precision, switching camera angles with methodical purpose—rewinding, pausing, playing aga

Chapter 159: A Heart in RuinsThe hospital room breathes with mechanical precision—the steady beep of monitors, the rhythmic rise and fall of the ventilator, the soft hiss of oxygen. These are the only sounds of life in a room where silence otherwise reigns. Flora lies motionless on the bed, her once vibrant complexion now pale as winter moonlight. Her blonde hair, carefully brushed by the nursing staff each morning, spreads across the pillow like golden rivers flowing away from her gaunt face. The frailty of her body beneath the thin hospital blanket is alarming; her collarbones protrude sharply, and her cheekbones cast shadows where fullness once resided.Lucas sits in the hard plastic chair beside her bed, his body curled forward in a posture that has become as familiar to him as breathing. His elbows dig into his thighs, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles blanch white. Dark circles pool beneath his bloodshot eyes, testament to nights spent wrestling with insomnia and haunting t

The hospital cafeteria buzzes with the subdued energy typical of such places—a strange limbo where life and death coexist over lukewarm coffee and vending machine sandwiches. Serena pushes her salad around its plastic container, her appetite diminished by the conversation unfolding before her. Across the table, Lucas leans forward, animated in a way she hasn't seen in weeks. The cause of this unexpected vitality sits beside him, elegant fingers wrapped around a paper cup of tea she hasn't touched.Daphne Monroe."The neurological conference in Zurich published some fascinating research on coma patients responding to familiar music," Daphne says, her voice carrying the practiced cadence of someone accustomed to being listened to. "I could send you the articles, Lucas. Perhaps playing Flora's favorite songs might help stimulate brain activity.""That would be incredible," Lucas responds, a flicker of hope illuminating his exhausted features. "She loves classical piano, especially Debuss

The emergency lights in Arden entertainment international server room pulse an angry red, casting the space in an apocalyptic glow that mirrors the chaos unfolding within its digital infrastructure. Technicians hunch over keyboards, their faces illuminated by multiple screens displaying cascading failure notifications. The room hums with the sound of overworked cooling systems struggling to manage the heat generated by servers operating at maximum capacity.Lucas Arden stands in the center of this technological maelstrom, tie loosened and sleeves rolled up—a physical manifestation of his mental state as he absorbs the technical jargon being hurled at him from all directions."It's not just a DDoS attack," explains Aiko Tanaka, Arden international's head of cybersecurity. Her fingers fly across the keyboard with practiced precision, opening terminal windows faster than most people can process them. "This is sophisticated—a multi-vector assault targeting our client data encryption proto

The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across Daphne's living room as she paces back and forth, her designer heels clicking rhythmically against the hardwood floor. Her thoughts spiral around Lucas—his smile, his voice, the way his presence fills a room. She pauses at the window, pressing her fingertips against the cool glass, watching as the garden outside blurs through the tears of frustration welling in her eyes."He should be mine," she whispers to her reflection. "He would be mine if not for *her*."The heated incident in front of his board of directors the previous day had made her feel a little bit guilt-ridden and she thought maybe she shouldn't have acted that way in trying to question his choices. So now she is on a war path to winning his interest and heart back and she's going to take baby steps. Like right now, she is attempting to take him out on a dinner date to at least discuss details about Flora's case.Her phone lights up on the coffee table. Lucas's name flashe