“In your next life, avoid the trappings of wealth. Embrace poverty to evade such torment. A word of advice from your caring brother,” Andrea jibed, a mocking tap on Tyler’s shoulder, a final blow to his already frayed patience.Tyler stood there, his body a seething volcano of repressed emotions, every nerve screaming for release, yet he remained a stoic statue in the face of Andrea’s sadistic torment. Tears stung his eyes, a manifestation of the unbearable weight pressing upon him, yet he held back, his teeth grinding together in silent defiance.Andrea’s words echoed in his mind, a cruel reminder of the ultimatum placed upon him. Two days to decide his own demise, a sinister choice forced upon him by the very brother he once trusted. The agony of Andrea’s manipulation lashed at his soul, tearing through layers of trust and kinship.“You’re orchestrating all of this for your gain,” Tyler accused, his voice quaking with suppressed rage and profound bitterness. The realization of Andre

Time seemed to stand still as Tyler knelt beside Jane, his breaths shallow and uneven, each passing second an eternity in the eerie stillness of the kitchen. He hesitated to touch her, afraid of what he might find. With a trembling hand, he reached out, gently shaking her shoulder, hoping for any sign of response.“Jane, can you hear me?” His voice quivered with a mixture of fear and urgency, his heart pounding so loudly in his chest that it felt deafening. The image of the knife, lying perilously close, haunted his thoughts, stirring an unbearable sense of foreboding.Gradually, Jane stirred, her eyelids fluttering open, revealing eyes clouded with tears and anguish. A gasp escaped her lips as she met Tyler’s frantic gaze, confusion and vulnerability etched across her features. She clutched at the knife, her fingers trembling in a white-knuckled grip, yet the weapon seemed more a lifeline than a threat.“Jane, it’s me, Tyler,” he spoke softly, cautiously inching closer, his movements

Tyler sat across from Jane, his gaze fixed upon her as she delivered the unexpected news of her departure from the company. Shock resonated in Tyler’s widened eyes, his disbelief palpable in the way his jaw dropped slightly.Jane, seemingly aloof and stoic, met Tyler’s gaze with eyes that once held warmth now turned cold and distant. Tyler’s furrowed brow and narrowed eyes betrayed his confusion and concern as he tried to comprehend her decision.“You can’t be serious,” Tyler blurted out, his voice tinged with incredulity.“I am,” Jane replied, her tone icy, the words cutting through the air.“Jane, please reconsider. This job means everything to you,” Tyler pleaded, taking a tentative step forward, his earnestness evident as he tilted his head, trying to appeal to her reason.“This isn’t a rash decision,” Jane retorted, her voice strained, attempting to contain the turmoil raging within her. Her eyes, once a source of warmth and familiarity, now held a storm of emotions. There was an

“Grandma! Talk to Me!” Tyler turned abruptly, a fleeting hope dashed as he realized his grandma, Lady Guila’s grip had not tightened on his hand; it was merely his mind’s cruel illusion. The room lay ensconced in a dim, almost somber, light, casting elongated shadows that seemed to echo Tyler’s growing frustration. Kneeling before Lady Guila, his pleas reverberated off the walls, desperate for her to awaken, yearning for release from the nightmarish grip that had ensnared his reality. Never before had he envisioned facing such a harrowing ordeal; his life had been uncomplicated, a mere intersection with Lady Guila followed by the revelation of his heritage and roots.Tyler’s frustration surged uncontrollably; he folded his legs beneath him, sinking to the floor’s cool surface. His eyes, brimming with unshed tears, held a rawness he dared not release. He longed to unleash a primal scream, to shatter the oppressive silence, yet the constriction in his throat stifled any attempt. A suffo

“Voilà!” Andrea exclaimed, as though he had been eagerly awaiting Tyler’s consent to an unthinkable act.A radiant smile illuminated Andrea’s eyes and face, as if he had just stumbled upon the most marvelous news. Despite Tyler’s intense urge to lash out, he maintained a fixed gaze, determined not to succumb to his temper. He longed to deliver a punch straight to Andrea’s face.“You’ve made the right choice. Finally opting for the drugs that will put an end to the disease,” Andrea taunted sarcastically, applauding Tyler with a mocking fervor, his hands clapping together.There was an eerie sense of tension hanging in the air, crackling with the palpable bitterness that had brewed between the two. Tyler wrestled with conflicting emotions, a cocktail of anger, frustration, and the sting of Andrea’s derision. Andrea’s words cut deeper than any physical blow, striking a chord that resonated with Tyler’s inner turmoil.The room seemed to shrink as the intensity of their confrontation grew.