All Chapters of The Tale Not Old As Time: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Forty-TwoChaos’ eyes held a depth of emotion that surprised even him. He was drawn to Florence, captivated by her intelligence, her spirit, and her unwavering resolve.Florence was torn. Completely and absurdly for the first time in his life. Despite her reservations, she could not deny the undeniable attraction she felt towards Chaos. His charisma, his intelligence, and his intensity were intoxicating. Yet, she knew that he was a man of many conquests, a player who thrived on the thrill of the chase. She feared that she was merely another conquest of his, a fleeting infatuation to be discarded when his interest waned.Confused and unsettled, Florence asked, “What do you truly want from me, Chaos?” Her voice was soft, yet firm, as she sought clarity amidst the chaos of her emotions. She yearned for honesty, for a genuine connection, but she was wary of the darkness that lurked beneath his charming exterior.Chaos’ voice, usually so smooth and confident, now held a raw vulnerability.

Forty-FourFlorence was shocked and appalled by Heath’s sinister plan. She could not believe that the man she had married contractually was capable of such cruelty. She knew very well from the start that Heath was a man obsessed with his reputation. He was willing to sacrifice her happiness and well-being to satisfy his own ego. She realized that she had underestimated the depths of his depravity. His obsession with power and control had clouded his judgment, turning him into a dangerous and manipulative force. Florence knew she had to be careful, to play her cards right. She could not let Heath’s twisted plan consume her life.Florence’s voice trembled as she struggled to comprehend Heath’s sinister plan because she did not want to do it at all. “What are you saying?” she asked, her eyes wide with disbelief. She couldn’t believe that the man she had married was capable of such a cruel and manipulative scheme.“For God’s sake Florence,” Heath exclaimed, his voice laced with frustrat

Forty-SixFlorence hesitated, torn between her desire and her fear. She wanted to spend time with Chaos, to explore the connection they had formed. However, she was wary of the potential consequences. She knew that her involvement with Chaos could jeopardize her fragile peace, and could expose her to danger. The thought of Chaos discovering the truth about her marriage, about Heath’s sinister plan, filled her with dread. She didn't want him to see her as a deceitful, manipulative woman. She wanted him to see her for who she truly was, a woman caught in a web of lies and deceit, desperate to break free.Florence gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes drawn to the elegant little black dress that clung perfectly to her curves which had puffed off-shoulders. The minimalist jewelry and sleek heels complemented the outfit perfectly. Her light gray eyes and honey blonde hair provided a striking contrast to the dark ensemble, creating a captivating image. As she admired her reflect

Forty-EightThe restaurant manager, Saul, visibly shaken, approached Chaos along with two waiters who were ready to head to Chao’s commands. “Mr. Battenkurt,” he stammered, his voice filled with apology and fear knowing Chaos’ status. The Spencers and the Battenkurts were longtime patrons of the restaurant, a family of immense wealth and influence. Saul knew that the couple’s rude behavior had crossed a line, and he was prepared to face the consequences. Chaos, a man of discerning tastes, had rarely frequented such opulent establishments. His arrival at the restaurant was a significant event, a testament to the host’s prestige. Saul, the meticulous manager, had personally overseen the preparations, ensuring that every detail was perfect. However, the incident with the rude couple had marred the evening's beginning, casting a shadow over the otherwise flawless setting.Saul had been informed by Ralph with what happened earlier at the entrance. Saul, himself, had witnessed the confron

FiftyFlorence’s mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. She often forgot to wear her wedding ring, especially during casual outings or quiet moments at home. It had become a habit, a subconscious act of defiance against the constraints of her marriage. She only wore her wedding ring when she would head out with Heath on special occasions especially when they would meet his fake rich circle of friends. After all, the wedding rings were just a mere prop. Florence felt Chaos’ gaze intense and probing. His eyes pierced through her as if they were demanding an answer, to see the truth hidden beneath her facade. She felt a shiver run down her spine, a mixture of fear and anticipation. She knew she had to be careful, to choose her words wisely so he would never find out about her fake marriage. She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. The complexity of her situation, the web of lies and deceit she was entangled in, was too much to revel. So, she chose a half-tr