Novel & Cerita Tangled Series Varian

Alex's pov I clenched my jaw, frustration boiling over as I yelled into the phone. "What are you even saying? How can you tell me you had an accident with the car and everything was spoiled? We are talking about goods worth of fifty million dollars!" "I'm sorry, sir. It wasn't intentional," My manager in America replied, Jude his voice trembling. "Jude, this is the second time! Goods of a hundred million dollars in a month. What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded, anger evident in my voice.

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

He sprung up from the swivel chair, his hands rummaging through his head and semming through his hair. “Are you alright, boss?” The voice of his PA/manager startled him, cursing under his breath as he turned around to see Daniel standing across his table. “You look unsettled. Bothered. Is anything the matter? And what were you talking to yourself about just now?” Daniel asked. In his years of working for Adam, it was his first time seeing him so confusedly restless. He was always a cucumber, despite the storms of life and everything that the world threw his way. His situation at the moment left Daniel perplexed.

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“I didn’t let you. I couldn’t stop it.” The screen beside her scrolled automatically now listing dates of access, client preferences, linked names. She stared at his reflection in the glass. And said quietly: “Then don’t stop me now.” She reached forward and opened her father’s full dossier. The file opened like a scalpel. Images. Transactions. Notations in clinical shorthand. Gareth Wrenleigh UK Patron Tier Internal Allocation Rights Approved Facility Visitations: 3 Subject VAR-0143 Approved Observation (flagged for psychological compatibility)

The car was silent and the tension that lingered in the air was unbearable, I could only hear the engine. Artemis tensed against the window and turned her body, trying to put as much space between us as the car would allow. The smell of her perfume lingered In the air—vanilla with a hint of something floral. The disgust she felt for me was clearer than words. I could tell by how her perfectly manicured fingers gripped her clutch and how her shoulders slightly trembled with rage. Artemis was undoubtedly angry and confused, but so was I.

Four Years Later “Madam, we’re sorry, but you can’t have this site,” the lady at the counter said sadly. This was the fourth time this was happening to me, and for a brief moment, I wondered who could be behind it all. Had I wronged anyone in my past that I was unaware of? Because it was glaringly obvious that something was wrong. It couldn’t be a mere coincidence that every site I booked to start my small fashion school was taken from me at the last moment.

James blurted out, his voice high-pitched and filled with a raw edge of fear. Annabelle blinked, her brain struggling to catch up. “What?” she said, dumbfounded. “Andre Winters,” James repeated, his voice desperate now. “His secretary called me earlier this week. She said—she said he’s done. He’s pulling the funding. And when I asked her why, she just said Andre’s dissatisfied. That’s it. No explanation. Just ‘dissatisfied with James.’”

The reality of having a woman tied to me again riled me up. I fished out my phone from my pocket and dialed the number of my private investigator. He picked up almost immediately. "Sir," he said "I want you to run a background check on Isla. The girl with strawberry blonde hair that works in the Rhode's mansion," I ordered. "On it sir," I hung up immediately, he replied. With folded arms, I stared outside the window. I don't know how many hours I stood there. The heat of the sun that seeped through the window burnt my face.

Wren said with the unshakeable confidence only children had. Varian studied the strands spilling across her shoulders, a battlefield of tangles and knots. He had dealt with detonators, code locks, and knife fights in alleys. This looked worse. Still, he shifted closer, settling on the edge of the bed. “Fine.” Wren beamed and turned, sitting forward so her back was to him. The trust of the gesture made something in Liora’s chest ache. Varian lifted a handful of hair. It slipped through his fingers like water. Too soft. Too many strands. He frowned. “How many pieces?”