Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

Kai has been gone for three fucking weeks.

When the yacht docked, she never got off. Langston, Liesel, and I waited in the car all night waiting for her to disembark. To see if she had the ring. If she had won.

But she never got off.

Every day that went by made me crazy.

What happened?

Did she get the ring?

Did she fuck him?

Did she get caught?

What happened?

Milo was photographed a day later giving some grand speech, without the ring.

So I knew she had it.

But where was she?

Then, the rumors started. Milo spread the word he’d fucked Enzo Black’s whore and wife.

I hadn’t told anyone I was married. I still wasn’t sure if it was the right or wrong move entirely.

Milo broke the news to the world—and now he’s my enemy.

I’ve been tracking him for weeks. But it doesn’t seem Kai is still on board. Numerous other women have been brought on his yacht, but no sign of Kai.

Did she try to run from me when she had the chance?

“Sir,” Langston says stepping into my office at my beach house.

“Have you found anything?”

“No.”

“Keep fucking looking and don’t come back until you have something.” How could she just disappear? It’s not possible. Not from my team with my resources.

At first, I was worried about Jarod’s boss hunting her down. I’ve been tracking leads for weeks, trying to find out who owned Kai. Who controlled Jarod. And finally, I have my answer. And it’s even more fucked up than I could imagine.

“What happens if we don’t find her?” I ask Archard, who is sitting on the couch.

He opens his mouth to answer and then stops abruptly staring at my doorway like he’s seen a ghost.

I turn in that direction, already knowing what I will see when I glance that way, but unsure of how I'll feel.

Relieved she is alright.

Pissed she has been gone so long.

Angry she fucked that monster.

Just as I knew she would be, Kai is standing in the doorway. Gone is the glamorous look she wore the last time I saw her. Now she wears yoga pants, an oversized sweatshirt, and baseball cap.

She walks into the room without a word or glance my way.