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LUNA He removes his watch first. Then his tie. Then he tugs at his collar, undoing the first two buttons. His suit comes off next, and he rolls his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, exposing those roping veins along his forearms. His forearms always look hot. I never knew I could be attracted to forearms until Sandro came into my life and apparently ruined my standards for every other man.

"Be careful what you tell her, that's all I'm saying." I didn't answer. When we got home, I put the twins down for their nap and sat on the edge of my bed. My phone buzzed. A text from Thelma. It's Thelma. I know you don't know me well. But I need to tell you something. About Frank. Can we talk? Alone. Please don't tell him I contacted you. I stared at the screen, my heart pounding. What does Thelma know?

They cannot deny that I can get the damn job done one way or another. "Of course, baby." "My shirt’s all wet. I’ll take it off. Is that okay?" I nodded my head slightly. Zakael nodded before pulling his shirt from the back of his head. His torso was exposed, as were the scars. There were scars from what looked like cigarette burns near his lower ribs. I knew better than to ask about them. I didn’t want to complicate our relationship more than it already is.

Szuttete challenged her friend. “No, I’m telling the truth. Actually, we caught him and Rodel performing a miracle in the bathroom!”Dhalia exclaimed. “Huh? Ahy! That’s terrible!”Szuttete exclaimed, shaking her head. “So it’s a good thing you two broke up, because you’re not the only one he’s been plowing!”Dhalia’s mouth was speechless. “Ah, eh, the truth is, even though Carl and I were together, no one ever intervened,” Szuttete admitted shyly.

" Zane took a step forward, dropping his arms to his sides. "Our territory is holding just fine!” His fingers curled into fists. “We don't buy power from corrupt judges. We work for every inch. If Evren Stormvale thinks he can walk into the East Coast and order us around like his personal mercenaries, he’s going to find out how hard Shadow Moon bites back."

It itched now because of him and it was annoying. My uncles brows furrowed as he stared at me. "She made you promise not to tell your father?" He asked lowly. "Yes, so you, you can't tell him." I stated as I wiggled my nose a little. My uncles brows furrowed and I just knew he would tell my father. "Please, He can't know otherwise mommy will have to run away with me and I don't want to leave you guys." I whispered. Hopefully nobody heard. The last thing I wanted was for my mom to find out.

iches stuck in heat when ever they saw his amazing figure. Maybe this time she could convince her mother to let her work instead of going to school. Brayden hadn't technically passed the graduation tests so he would need the new school. The thought of her staying home and him going to school made her smile. Brayden claimed he didn't need school, he claimed to know everything he needed to know. But Claire insisted to keep them together to better protect them should someone find them. Lilliana knew Brayden was told something important about the two of them but he refused to tell her anything. He always claimed he hadn't the slightest clue what she was talking about. But Brayden had known since

he explained to Earl. "I heard on the news last night. Timothy hyung was crying, while you were helping him. Are you lying to me?" my eyes widened at what Earl had told us. Cody sighed just because of that. "We're not lying, Earl. We're just avoiding talking about that. We'll talk to Timothy first, before we tell you. Of course, you're the youngest of us here, and besides, you're still young." Cody explained it to him. I fixed his messy hair first, before I spoke again.

Dear Readers, Welcome to the end of Part 2 of TANGLED TRUTHS: A Billionaire’s Revenge. What a journey it’s been—and I’m beyond grateful that you’ve stayed with me through every twist, betrayal, and emotional turn. But guess what? The fun is far from over. Part 3: The Final Reckoning is on its way, and it’s going to bring everything full circle. Expect explosive truths, heart-pounding moments, and the ultimate conclusion that will leave you breathless. Stay tuned—it’s coming soon!

Then he opened his email and stared at a blank message for a long time, the cursor blinking with the patient indifference of something that would wait as long as he needed it to wait. He typed one line. Deleted it. Typed it again. My name is Stellan Ashford. I don't know if you remember me. I think you probably do. I am not writing to ask for anything. I am writing because I recently learned something that I think you deserved to know a long time ago, and I am not certain I have the right to tell you even now, but I have decided that uncertainty is not a sufficient reason to say nothing. He stopped. Read it back.