"I have said my mind and I have stated my point. If you know what's good for you, keep away from her, and this is your fucking final warning, or else the next experience that is coming for you might actually force you to take your life," he says and swiftly ends the call without waiting for me to say anything else.I grind hard against my teeth as I close my eyes and return my phone back into my pocket."The fucking bastard."Within the next few minutes, I stumble straight through the elevator into my office and drop my phone ruthlessly against the table without actually caring that it might actually get faulty or something. I can't even begin to explain my present situation right now. I feel extremely infuriated, I feel completely angry—I want to bring the entire heaven down right now.What exactly the fuck is his problem and why the hell is he just so relentless and so persistent with this incessant pursuit of my life?I fucki
I take it out quickly and glance at the annoying number embedded on the screen.I pick it up instantly and place the phone against my ear."Do you know you are making a very dangerous choice right now?" I say quickly, and he chuckles, laughing out loud relentlessly at the other end of the call."Well, I must say that you, on the other hand, you don't know exactly what you are up against and what you are going through, so I'm just going to state it all out plainly to you in case you are too fucking stupid to know what you are dealing with. You have no power over me, Lucas. I don't care whatsoever level you are in the industry or how far you have gotten to achieve any fucking prosperity—you seriously and really do not have any power over me. I have single control of every one of your assets in my hands right now, and with just a single snap of the finger, it's all gone—poof!—like the wind. All you just need to do is to grant me one little wish."
I think to myself and glance at my wristwatch to realize that exactly 15 minutes has already gone, and I probably have about 2 hours and 45 minutes left to sort out this situation.I exhale and look ahead of me, feeling completely blank and empty.I am totally trapped, and there isn't a way out of this situation—it is fucking not. I can do nothing.I might as well just give up and allow every single thing to fall rapidly before my eyes and allow myself to fall straight into the trenches because of her.But one thing I know for sure, and it is that I can't leave her alone.I really can't.I think it will be far preferable to suffer and live a life of hardship rather than a life without her.Yeah, I know I sound extremely stupid and crazy right now, but I can't even begin to explain what is wrong with me.I just know that this is something I have battled with for years, trying to push off, but it has nev
This definitely is not something that can just be reversed anyhow—this must have been the handiwork of someone, and I am really, really hoping I can figure out who this person is."Thank you so much for your help, Ariana," I quickly say to my secretary, and she bows down quickly before exiting the office.The moment she is gone, I relax back against my chair and lace my fingers together, thinking deeply to myself.Okay, maybe I might not actually hyperventilate anymore, but my brain is running in circles and spinning endlessly about the super-fast miraculous turnaround.My phone rings on my table, and I glance at it to behold the caller ID of a familiar person.I smile to myself and chuckle before picking up the call and placing the phone against my ear."All right, I am listening," I say instantly as the person at the other end begins to chuckle endlessly."Okay, so I know I said that this wasn't going to happ
I chuckle and tap my finger against the table. "Okay, I am so sorry for not picking up your call, but we can actually talk about this right now.""I am not angry with you for not picking up my call," she says, and I stare at her with wonder, wondering what she wants to say."Okay, so what's the matter?""I am extremely angry with you that you were going through all those heavy, grievous experiences that would have needed me to be here for you, to comfort you, but then you decide to keep me out of it," she says, and I chuckle nervously, scratching the back of my neck.★★★"Fuck!" His voice jolts Victoria from her seated position on the sofa in the living room. She glances at him with a heavy frown and shakes her head."Okay, so what is the issue right now?" she asks, looking completely drained of energy as Damien slaps his palm against his forehead, groaning intensely and shaking his head furiously."He escaped it," he says. She observes him with a raised eyebrow."Can you please expla
Flora's POV"So, do you care to explain?" I find myself asking him, observing his nervous expression as I continue to relax against his table, gazing at his fidgeting fingers."Okay, I am so sorry. Okay, I never expected that you were actually going to see the news, but I just didn't want to burden you with my own burden.""Are you serious right now? I can't believe you have actually thought of getting together with me, and yet you still think you need to do things on your own?"He sighs looking completely guilty. But he didn't say anything. I watch him as he quickly gets up from his chair with an attempt to walk up to me and probably comfort me.But I move away quickly from his grasp and begin to walk towards the entrance of the office. He quickly matches my footsteps and stops me instantly, hugging me tightly from behind."Hey, hey, I'm so sorry, okay?" He says. "I'm sorry. I am deeply sorry, and I will work on not letting you know, but I actually never expected you were going to fi
Flora's POV"Ahh," I moan and shiver as he holds me tightly against the table, planting so many sweet kisses against my neck and squeezing my ass furiously with a very strong, crazy desire I have never felt from him before."Like I said, I'm going to go crazy on you right now, so don't complain when I'm being extra with everything I'm about to dish and unleash on you," his voice sounds so hypnotic and enticing in my ears as he immediately takes hold of my neck, choking me deeply with his strong grip and pressing his lips seriously against mine, kissing me and sucking me dry of all my breathing space and capabilities.Then his right hand travels down towards my waist and slowly begins to unbutton my shirt."Fuck," he whispers. "I love the sight of your beautiful breasts. You are so magnificent in every way," he says with that enticing, husky voice of his as he takes off my shirt, leaving me half naked with only my bra on, but I am still wearing my skirt.I am panting and struggling har
He keeps me in a position, forcing me to spread my legs as he continues to tease my breasts, slowly massaging my chest and sliding his hands down towards my shoulders and then my neck before bringing his hands back down to my breasts."So much perfection," he whispers, evidently lust in his eyes as he continues to tease my breasts, forcing me to start panting hard. I'm slowly losing control of myself, and I'm already going crazy right now.I whimper when he suddenly twists against my nipples, forcing me to shiver on the table, and he smiles, winking at me."It gives me so much joy to see how much this affects you," he says and smiles continuously, gazing lustfully at my breasts and squeezing them continuously and relentlessly."Fuck, I don't think I might be able to hold on any much longer," he suddenly whispers, and I take that chance to look down below his belt to notice how extremely hard and straight and long his erection is.I guess maybe I shouldn't make this easy for him, I thi
Author’s NoteAnd that brings us to the end of Part 1 of Tangled Truths: The Billionaire’s Secret Betrayal.But don’t relax just yet—the story isn’t over.The tension is only getting thicker, and the real game is about to begin.Part 2: Tangled Truths: The Billionaire’s Revenge is coming soon!Get ready for more twists, deeper betrayals, and emotions that will cut even sharper. Flora and Lucas’s journey is far from finished, and the battles ahead will test everything they thought they knew—about each other, and about themselves.If you’ve enjoyed the story so far, please take a moment to leave a quick review or comment.It truly helps support my writing and allows me to continue creating more intense, emotional journeys for you to enjoy.Also, if you can, I would love for you to leave a short comment letting me know what you think about my writing—or even about me as an author! Your feedback means more than you know and inspires me to keep going.Thank you from the bottom of my heart
The package arrives on a rainy Tuesday.No return address. No note. Just a small, meticulously wrapped box resting quietly on the mahogany desk inside Lucas Arden’s corner office—a sanctuary of power that overlooks the city he painstakingly rebuilt from the ruins of scandal and deception.Rain slides down the glass in thin, silver streaks. Thunder hums in the background. He stares at the package for a long moment, his expression unreadable, before reaching for the silver letter opener he hasn’t touched in weeks. He slices through the paper with slow precision, a subtle tightness in his jaw.Inside, nestled like a secret in a bed of crisp black tissue, is a book.A hardcover. Matte black jacket. White serif font.The Tangled TruthA NovelHe freezes.The title registers like a whisper in his bones. Familiar. Haunting.His gaze falls to the author’s name printed below the title in small, elegant script: F. H.His heartbeat falters.He sits down slowly, almost mechanically, and opens the
The fall is always louder than the rise.Damien Vance’s empire—once a towering monolith of luxury, influence, and power—crumbles in a blaze of disgrace. Headlines scream betrayal. His private jets are impounded. Offshore accounts frozen. International warrants flood in. The once-revered tycoon who dined with diplomats and kings now finds himself dragged through a gauntlet of indictments. The media flocks like vultures, circling his legacy as it burns."The Billionaire Who Built His Castle on Lies" blares across global news networks, each word another nail in the coffin of a reputation meticulously manufactured.Victoria Hale sits at the eye of the storm.No longer wrapped in designer gowns or commanding red carpets, she appears in court cuffed and sallow-faced. The courtroom buzzes like a hive, a theater of judgment packed with cameras and whispers. At the prosecution’s table, Serena sits tall in her tailored navy suit, eyes sharp and voice colder than the marble walls around her.She
The hospital room is quiet now—eerily so.Gone are the rhythmic beeps of machines warning of danger. Gone is the sterile rush of nurses and the chaotic hum of life and death decisions. What remains is a stillness that feels like it’s holding its breath. A moment stretched thin by memory.Lucas sits upright in the hospital bed, a bandage wrapping his ribs, the white cotton stark against his bruised, olive-toned skin. His breath catches every time he shifts, a sharp pull in his side reminding him that pain means survival. That he’s alive.Alive because she saved him.Yet she’s not here.It’s been three days since Damien was dragged into federal custody, cuffed and broken beneath the weight of his own lies. Three days since Richard was paraded before a sea of flashing cameras and stunned reporters. The truth spilled out like blood—raw, unstoppable. Flora’s plan had worked. Her chessboard cleared. But Lucas?He still listens for her voice in every quiet moment.There are no calls. No mess
The sound of sirens fades into the distance, no longer urgent, but lingering like the echo of a dying heartbeat. Red and blue lights strobe across the cracked marble floor of the Ashton estate, casting eerie shadows through broken windows. Officers drag Richard through the front entryway, his designer shirt torn, face bloodied, and wrists bound in steel.His eyes burn with betrayal. Hatred. But Flora stands firm.“Mark my words!” he shouts, twisting against his restraints. “You’ve made enemies you don’t even know exist!”Her expression doesn’t change. “Let them come,” she murmurs, her voice quiet but lethal. Her eyes follow him as he vanishes down the steps, swallowed by the flashing lights.As soon as the door swings shut behind him, she drops to her knees beside Lucas.His blood is all over her now, soaking her hands, smearing across her black pants. His shirt clings to his skin, dyed dark with crimson. His chest rises, shallow but steady. Barely.“Lucas, hey, stay with me,” she whi
The sirens scream louder now, flashing lights slicing through the gloom, painting the crumbling estate in hues of red and blue. It should feel like rescue. Like justice. But to Flora, it feels like a final warning.Because the true danger isn’t outside. It’s here, inside these decaying walls. Inside the men she once trusted. The danger pulses through the air like a second heartbeat.Damien moves first. A blur of fury and precision, he launches at Richard without hesitation. His fist connects with Richard’s jaw in a brutal crack, sending the man stumbling into an old sideboard. Wood splinters and glass explodes, littering the floor with jagged debris. Flora screams as the violence erupts inches from her, the sound swallowed by the crashing chaos.Richard recovers with frightening speed. From beneath his coat, he draws a knife—not sleek or tactical, but ugly and vicious, made for tearing flesh, not ending fights cleanly.“You should’ve stayed out of this!” he snarls.Damien’s laugh is a
The estate is old and forgotten—a crumbling remnant of wealth swallowed by creeping vines and heavy silence. Once opulent, it now stands like a ghost of itself, hollowed out by time and secrets. The kind of place where legacies go to die. The kind of place perfect for a reckoning.Flora stands in the grand, dusty main hall, dressed in black from head to toe. Her figure is still, almost statuesque, beneath the cracked chandelier that sways gently with the wind slipping through fractured windows. The air is cold, but her heartbeat is calm. Deliberate. Her eyes scan the space, sharp and unwavering.This place, she chose with care. Far from the noise of the city. Removed from surveillance. Forgotten by maps. It has blind spots, hidden corners, and dead zones—just like Damien prefers. But this time, it’s not his game. This time, she’s the one holding the pieces.Outside, gravel crunches beneath the weight of expensive tires.He’s here.Damien enters as if he owns the world. As if no ghost,
The news breaks like a thunderclap across the media landscape, exploding across every major outlet and social feed with merciless precision. Headlines blare from every screen, screaming in bold fonts and sensational tones: “Victoria Hale: Mistress of Money Laundering?” and “Damien Vance’s Queenpin Exposed.”Cafes, offices, lobbies, airports—every screen plays the same loops. Glitchy video clips, forensic screenshots, redacted emails bearing her unmistakable signature in looping, elegant scrawl. Secret wire transfers, altered invoices, encrypted files cracked wide open. Each detail surgically exposed. Each thread meticulously traced. The media feasts on it. The public, ravenous, consumes every scandalous bite.In the heart of the city, high above the noise, Victoria Hale watches it all unfold.She stands frozen in her penthouse suite, a glass of champagne trembling in her perfectly manicured hand. The television throws harsh light against her face, and for once, she doesn't glow in it.
The knock comes late—soft, hesitant, but deliberate. It cuts through the silence like a thread pulled tight, taut with tension.Flora freezes at the terminal, her fingers suspended just above the keyboard. Code flickers across the screen, each blinking character casting fragments of light across her face. Her heart jumps, not from surprise, but from recognition. She knows who it is before the door even creaks open.Lucas steps inside.His presence fills the room like the return of a forgotten melody—familiar, haunting, comforting, and utterly misplaced in this sterile war zone of a tech suite. The air shifts with him, bringing something warmer, something dangerous.Flora rises slowly, spine straightening, jaw clenched tight. “You shouldn’t be here.”His gaze roams the room—bare walls, humming machines, a paper cup with long-cold coffee—but it always circles back to her. “I had to see you.”He closes the door behind him with a gentle click, but the intensity in his expression is anythi