The Story Of Arthur Truluv Novels & Stories

Ivory, seeing his unmasked face clearly for the first time, clutched his knees, stunned. The silence was long—until Fiona spoke up. “We’re still investigating the fire at the Truson casino and main house,” she said. “But when my team arrived… everything was burned. No leads. No survivors.” Arthur said nothing. He had a suspicion. There were only two people who would go that far for Hilda. Him—and Aron Nicastro. “Bring me the best doctor. Anywhere in the world,” Arthur finally said. He didn’t care where they found one. He would make Hilda open her eyes. He clenched his fists. He would bring her back. No matter what it took.

The expression which sat on Arthur’s face the moment he spotted the pills in my hand was utter shock, such pills many rogues have fought to the death to get and many, have attempted to rob Buddy just to get them. Even father had traded all of our food one winters day to get one single pill for himself, so now I stood with a whole packet in my hand, it was as though Arthur, had frozen in place.

“Integrity is a luxury for the poor, my dear. I gave up my entire youth, my marriage, and my own peace of mind to build Tyler into the monument he is today. I sculpted every piece of his career. I bought his first skates and I ensured he became the Golden Boy of the NHL.” I forced a polite, venomous smile. “That’s really good of you, Mr Sinclair.” Arthur’s eyes narrowed into slits of pure, lethal disdain. For a second, I thought he might actually snap. Then, the mask of the elite billionaire slid back into place. “I truly am sorry about the line of questioning tonight,” he said, his tone suddenly shifting into a terrifyingly warm, public-friendly one. “The NHL tends to overreact when it come

I questioned. Arthur released a slow breath before answering. "Because there is one lie I helped Margaret maintain that affected your family more than anyone else's." He paused, clearly choosing his words with care. "I spent years drafting legal documents, creating false financial trails, and destroying records that would have exposed Project Renewal. I believed I understood every part of Margaret's operation." He lowered his eyes briefly before meeting mine again. "I was wrong." The room became remarkably still.

I replied, ensuring my voice was low and steady. “Arthur, please. Sit. Eleanor and I were finalizing the investment thesis for the Volkov Global Trust,” he instructed, gesturing toward a leather chair. Mom settled across from me, her joy palpable. “It’s remarkable, Leo. They manage so much influence! Arthur is an extraordinary man.” Arthur picked up a glass of dark liquor. His eyes, piercing and highly analytical, fixed entirely on me. This felt less like a family introduction and more like a formal evaluation. “Eleanor speaks highly of your modest artistic ventures, Leo,” Arthur began, the word "modest" landing with soft, deliberate weight.

"I hear you're making waves." "Word travels fast." "It does when you're using my name." A pause. "The Meridians called me. Arthur himself. Wanted to know if you could be trusted." My heart stuttered. "What did you tell him?" "I told him the truth." Another pause. "I told him you were the strongest person I'd ever known. That you'd spent years being invisible to a man who didn't deserve to see you, and that you'd finally decided to become visible. I told him that if he was smart, he'd bet on you."

“ I mean, this means that-” “I know what it means,” Arthur says with a wave of his hand. “We can go back our lifestyle as it was. The public loves us again. In fact, I have a press meeting later today now.” “How did this happen?” I ask, moving closer to him, my heart racing. “My father did what he does.” Arthur shrugs. “Said the right thing to the right person, got a good investment, word spread. The rest is history.” He says with a wave of his hand dismissing all of it. “I told him I don’t want it.”

“So, just as a preliminary, you know, can you two please introduce yourselves to the audience?” Arthur sits up, looking at the camera. “I am Arthur Worth and this is my wife, Bethany Worth. I am the CEO and Founder of W. Group, there is nothing much to say about me, especially since our personal information leaked to the media already because of someone’s fabricated truths.” He throws the first jab for the night, Bethany stifles a chuckle.

He spoke for eleven minutes before Arthur stood up. What followed was the most precise dismantling I had ever watched. Arthur did not raise his voice once. He simply quoted Tristain's own words back to him in the order he had said them publicly, each statement placed against the documented evidence that contradicted it. Every broadcast. Every pack community post. Every carefully worded statement Tristain had made about my bloodline claim over eight months. Tristain's composure held for the first six minutes. Then it started showing at the edges.

He had clearly made time for this trip despite his busy schedule. "Thank you for going to all this trouble," I said, breaking the silence. His dark eyes flickered to me briefly. "It's no trouble." Another stretch of silence followed before Arthur asked casually, "Have you met with Florian Stormhowl since your return?" The question caught me completely off guard. I stared at him, trying to process what I'd just heard. "You know he's alive?" I finally managed. A hint of a smile played at the corner of Arthur's mouth. "Of course. Did you think I wouldn't investigate when Storm Territory Technology suddenly appeared with groundbreaking healing formulation patents? A company that previously had n