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Dear Readers, As we close the final chapter of *Tangled Truths*, I find myself filled with gratitude and emotion. This journey with Lucas and Flora—from adversaries to soulmates, through betrayal and redemption, death and rebirth—has been an extraordinary one to share with you. Your messages, comments, and unwavering support have meant everything to me throughout this series.

On New Year's Eve, Gwen Hurst and I attended a reunion with our old classmates. After several rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. Gwen was the first to lose and drew Truth. "What was your biggest regret when it came to love?" She answered without hesitation, but her gaze kept drifting toward her first love, Nikolas Stratton, who was sitting nearby. "My greatest regret was not ending up with the person I loved most. Instead, I married my backup and settled for a life of compromise." The room erupted in shock. Everyone thought I would storm out in anger, but I only smiled and gestured for the game to continue. When it was my turn, the question became, "Have you ev

They had let me think the worst of them all this time, just so that I wouldn't suffer the weight of these memories. But surviving was not enough, I wanted to live and I would only achieve that by knowing the truth. And the truth was liberating. I no longer felt guilty for feeling the way I did about three different people, but I felt so many inconsistent and unreasonable things. I lost myself in Logan's grey gaze, the sparkle in his eyes, the calmness of his expression, -I... He put his finger on my mouth, “Okay.”

he says. "It's harder," I say. "Telling people the whole truth including the uncomfortable parts. It's considerably harder than a clean version." "Yes," he says. "It is." I look at him. "You're learning that," I say. "Trying to," he says. I go back to the herb pots. There is one more that needs water. The rosemary on the far left that always drinks faster than the others. I water it. I think about twenty-two letters and the relieving gift of being told the truth about what you carry even when the origin of the knowing is complicated.

The fights are verbal if physical l do not think l had a chance. I end up sleeping and for the very first time, l had a very peaceful sleep. No nightmares haunting me down. When you are exhausted your body rest to the fullest. Speaking of exhaustion. We had walked some streets Tanaka told me of those times when he was still in his teens. I feel bad for invading every tiny bit of him without disclosing anything of mine. What story could l tell? That l used to be rich and now l am enslaved at a strange place with assassins who the hell would believe in that? Who would be sane to buy it?

he tried explaining himself "Seriously Dad, I really looked up to you guys and trusted you two with most of my personal shit, yet you guys couldn't even tell me that i was freaking adopted? I'm sure you still weren't 'ready' to tell me were you?" I asked still really angry putting air quotes on the ready "Everything alright here?" David approached us in our table asking followed by his Mum cause of the noise that erupted I guess "Yea everything's fine, I'm just dealing with a deceitful Dad right here" I replied her directing to him and the both of them turned to take a good look at him

The parts that wanted only to connect. Julian kept one of the original letters in his drawer. The one with the coffee stain. He never said why. I never asked. At night, sometimes, I would read the manifesto out loud. Not all at once. Just a line or two, spoken into the quiet of our home. “Truth is not a blade. It is a hand.” “You owe no one your pain.” “Start again. That is your right.” Julian would listen, then nod, then return to his book or his sketch or his silence.

❤ THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤Untouchable Song by Taylor Swift ❤ ❤Untouchable like a distant diamond sky I'm reaching out and I just can't tell you why I'm caught up in you I'm caught up in you Untouchable Burning brighter than the sun And when you're close I feel like coming undone In the middle of the night When I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars Spelling out your name You gotta come on, come on

A ripple spread through the crowd — faces from my childhood, faces that had looked away when everything burned. “I remember how quickly people forget the truth when lies are easier to believe. How grief became scandal. How a legacy was rewritten.” My uncle’s jaw tightened. “But the thing about truth,” I said, pausing, “is that it doesn’t vanish when you hide it. It waits.” I looked straight at him. “And tonight, it showed up.” The audience was silent — not confused, but understanding. The kind of silence that cuts deeper than accusation. I placed an envelope on the podium. “For the foundation,” I said. “From the Abram family.”

“Questions like?” “If she was pregnant before she left. If she had given birth, if she had told us where she was from. It sounded like she was trying to wring all sorts of information from us that she might have told us. We told her half truths so it wouldn't seem like we were lying or they would find us. They eventually let us go with the promise of not telling anyone. Although she didn't tell us her name, I can describe what she looks like to you.” Elena's mother finished. I nodded, giving her the go ahead.