Tyrone stood at the altar, his face beaming with smiles expecting his bride to walk up to him with her father any moment from now. He took a deep breath for the umpteenth time that day and adjusted his stance as he continued to wait. He couldn't believe that the day when he'd finally get married to the love of his life had finally come. The woman who he had secretly sacrificed all his life earnings for just so she could get the leading role she had dreamed of having in the movie industry. He adjusted his blue pocket filler and kept his eyes on the door up ahead, the smile still evident on his face. This day was the second happiest moment of his life, the first had been when he proposed to Judy and she immediately agreed to marry him. "The hell, it's almost an hour now, and the bride hasn't shown up yet, are you sure she's going to come." A guest I'm the crowd said, loud enough for Tyrone to hear her. A frown settled on Tyrone's face as soon as he heard that but he tried as much as

Tyrone didn't try to put up a fight even when the security guard constantly slapped him across his face. "You sick bastard, do you know I could have been fired for that crazy stunt you pulled out there?" The guard said and slapped him again before he finally dragged Tyrone back to the entrance and threw him out of the place. "If you still love your life, I don't want to see you around here... Now get!" The guard said and pushed Tyrone till he fell to the floor. Tyrone picked himself up from the floor and slowly made his way back. He turned back to look at the place and caught the eyes of the security still staring intently at him. "I said get!" The guard shouted from the distance, causing Tyrone to continue moving until he disappeared from the guard's sight. The sun was still up in the sky and it was grazing Tyrone's skin so badly that his face had turned red totally. He instinctively navigated his way to a bar. He pushed through the door and made his way inside. Some people tur

"Hello!" Tyrone said, struggling to get from the floor, he was about to sit down on the bed when he caught small drops of sperm on the bed, in fact, Tyrone just realized for the first time that the whole place smelt like sex. He managed to walk out of the room and walked down to the sitting room. "Hello?" Tyrone called out again when no response was forthcoming. "Good evening, am I onto Mr. Tyrone Jefferson?" Came a male voice. Tyrone raised an eyebrow wondering who Tyrone Jefferson was, obviously, the person at the other end of the phone had mistaken him. "Yes I am Tyrone but not..." "Oh thank goodness, sir, your grandfather has been searching the whole country for you." "My grandfather? My grandfather died a long time ago. Tyrone managed to reply with the blood still in his mouth. "I appreciate the sarcasm sir but your grandfather is still in the hospital but not dead yet and he wants to see you." "Uhm, I think you've got the wrong person, my name is Tyrone Rodriguez and not

Tyrone sat there in silence as he continued to stare in disbelief at the woman he had referred to as mother all his life. "You can't be serious." Was the only thing that came out of Tyrone's mouth. "Of course, she is, for twenty three years, your parents continued to search for you, even when they went on to have other children a year after you were kidnapped, they still continued searching for you," Jason told him. Tyrone listened in silence, allowing the new revelation to sink in. "You mentioned something about them being late, what happened to them, how did they die?" Tyrone asked flatly. Jason did the sign of the cross before he went on to answer, "May their souls rest in perfect peace. They were good people until their death." Jason paused for a moment as if to reflect on something before he added, "Your mother died of heart disease and your father couldn't take the news of her death.""He knew that he was going to join her soon and willed all of his properties to your grand

"Didn't you hear me, you dumb fool? I know you've signed the documents already." Rollins said and started approaching him. "So why not give the companies to someone else who will be in a better position to handle them than you," Rollins said in a mocking tone. "I won't sell those companies to you, Rollins and besides, they're not worth ten million dollars." Tyrone intoned. "I see that you're not as dumb as I thought," Rollins said with a slick smile on his face. "You have twenty four hours to make up your mind," Rollins said and walked out of the conference room. "Please get seated, sir." The man who had shaken his hand said. "My name is Malcolm and I'm the one who manages the company." "Woah, you manage all five companies at once." Tyrone voiced out his surprise. "Yes, I do." He said and sat back down. He handed a small package to Tyrone. "What's this?" Tyrone asked before opening the package. "In there is your new phone with a new bank account that has been created for you w