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RAGS TO RICHES: BORN A BILLIONAIRE Chapter Twenty Three
Dear Will, You were awesome on the last episode of the STAR TV SERIES. It was so satisfying to see your character delve out of an abusive home. At first, it was difficult, but at least you have your freedom. Freedom against your abusive father who takes delight in attaching punches to your pale face. You gained freedom away from your junkie mother who pops prescription pills like champagne in a strip club. I enjoyed that part of the series because it portrays your character in a positive and growing light. And yet, you're always grabbing the stake by the edge. I wish I was in the same disposition with your character too. I wish I could swing into freedom, away from the pains that comes from losing a loved one. Yes Will. My father is dead. Don't laugh.I wish it was a joke too, but sadly its not, and I'm still hoping someone will wake me up from this nightmare. I was at the company when I got a call from Kara. She told me he slumped, and he was taken to the hospital. Will, do yo
RAGS TO RICHES: BORN A BILLIONAIRE Chapter Twenty Four
Tyler squinted his eyes as he let go of the door. He paused at the entrance gazing into space. Ions of thoughts running through his mind. He took a step forward when he heard noises coming from Kara's room. He's been in his late father's house for over a week now. It felt like enough time to mourn the deceased. But no amount of time is enough to grief. They'll always be remembered, and when they are - the heart will have a reason to constrict. Tyler walked past Kara's room. Feet stumping the stairs, he cascaded the stairs striding into the gigantic living room. He resolved his gape on the atmosphere. He approached the sofa. He wanted to indulge in one of his guilty pleasures - googling Keke Palmer's pictures, but he shrugged the thought off his mind. The TV was on and he thought it was the right time to catch up with his favorite TV show - the STAR TV SERIES. The show was about to be concluded though. He reached for the remote. He switched to the channel, and just in - Kara storme
RAGS TO RICHES: BORN A BILLIONAIRE Chapter Twenty Five
Kara lips pouted into a silent 'wow' at the sound of Tyler's voice. It felt like he just said the dumbest thing ever. She broke eye contact, hunching her head in awe. She tried to speak, but every attempt ended in inaudible noises. "Are you sure about that?" she said, not sure what his answer will be. Tyler moved closer to her - filling the little space that was between them. He placed his hand on her shoulder - staring into her eyes as chaotic breathes evaded her lips. "Yes Kara. I want you to be there with me. You’re so intelligent, I need people like you around me. I don’t want to make mistakes. i need you around me to solidify that” Tyler said. He placed his hand around her face, engulfing her cheek in his palm. “Please come and join me” A sigh flew of Kara’s lips for the umpteenth time. Her heart missed a beat. She still doesn’t know what reply to give to him. She shrugged for a moment as her heart thumped so fast like it'll fall of her chest. She felt the responsibility Tyle
RAGS TO RICHES: BORN A BILLIONAIRE Chapter One
Tyler walked out of the store with a wipe and mop in his hands. His tight janitor uniform clinging softly to his skin. He paused at the entrance to gaze at the long frail of seats he's going to clean. A sigh escaped his lips, contorted and distant chatterings howling at his ears. That has been his dilemma for the past two years. He works as a janitor in a school football's team as a means to an end. He'd have to clean the seats at the auditorium, wash the bathrooms and do the laundry. Every part of his job was quite easy, but the laundry part was like hell on earth. The stinking stink of those boots and socks makes him want to throw up, and sometimes he's forced to cover his nose - in other to do the job. Pathetic. The football team's quarterback - Raul is Tyler's worst nightmare. He treats the poor janitor like some piece of worn out socks - ready to be deposited at the city's waste reserve. Tyler tries every trick in the book to avoid crossing paths with Raul, but there's no fli
RAGS TO RICHES: BORN A BILLIONAIRE Chapter Two
Tyler caught sight of his girlfriend bent by the wall in a doggy position with a guy thrusting deep into her from behind. They halted the act immediately Tyler barged into them. Thank Goodness it was meant to be a quickie. Charlotte only had her skirts rolled up. "Charlotte!" Tyler exclaimed. His lips formed a silent 'wow', as he stood still like a mannequin trying to process everything. Moments ago, he was being bullied by Raul and some daredevils and he thought that was enough misfortune for a day, but right now - the word 'misfortune' has got a new synonym - Charlotte. Tyler tried to utter a word but only his inaudible blabbings echoed. His hands flew to his mouth in outright shock, as he watched the two fornicators disengage from each. The guy - who is a member of the football team quickly zipped his pants, sweat dribbling down his pale face. Charlotte rolled down her skirts. The frown on her face spoke volumes Tyler never expected. If it was some Disney movie, Charlotte shoul
RAGS TO RICHES: BORN A BILLIONAIRE Chapter Three
Tyler curled up on his bed, with thoughts skimming through his mind. The incident with his girlfriend and the teammate replayed in his head again. That thought sent shrills of rage to his heart. He rolled over, peering at the room in a flitting gaze. His rent will soon be due, and the crazy landlord won't hesitate to throw him out of the room if he fails to pay up on time. Every shot at possibility turns back against him. It all ends up in shackles and pains. The only thing that feels theraupatic and fulfilling to do is when he picks up his pen to write a journal. For the last few years, Tyler writes down every emotion he feels. He writes these journals in form of letters to his favorite actor and TV presenter - Will Donalds. Tyler sees Wills as a role model, and they seem to have a few things in common. Will Donalds worked as a janitor in a restaurant before fame shimmered its light on him. Its been a couple of months since the last time Tyler wrote a journal. He sprang up from
RAGS TO RICHES: BORN A BILLIONAIRE Chapter Four
Tyler's hands trembled as he stared at his phone. He blinked his eyes rapidly to ensure he wasn't dreaming or staring at a Hollywood blockbuster. He was broke and hopeless a few hours ago, and now - a whooping hundred million is laying in the account. His eyeballs dilated, and a fountain of tears formed in his eyes. The doorbell rang, swinging him out of his thoughts. He put the phone I'm his pocket. He stared at the door for a few seconds, and the doorbell rang again. He sprang up and approached the door. He twisted the knob, and an unfamiliar figure stood in front of him. "How may I help you?" Tyler mumbled, still concealing the shock in his eyes, even if his heart pulsed like it'll fall off his chest. "You must be Tyler. Tyler Johnson" the man standing in front of him said. Tyler hesitated for a minute. He peered at the man and his line of sight met with the 'UPS' inscription on his shirt. It dawned on Tyler that a delivery guy is standing at his doorstep. "Yes, I'm Tyler Johnson
RAGS TO RICHES: BORN A BILLIONAIRE Chapter Five
Tyler kissed his tooth loudly as he wandered out of a jewelry store. He'd been walking the streets of LA in search of a presentable gift for Ava. He's not a party freak. His heart constricted at how bad it'll make Ava feel if he gave the wrong gift. Is there anything like a wrong gift? Considerate Tyler. It is been over two hours since he stepped out, and that'll be the third store he'd visited in search of a befitting gift. He walked down the block, beholding the beautiful city. Car engines buzzed at his ears, and the blusters and whispers of other pedestrians ambling down the block too. The skies were beginning to turn gray, necessitating the need for Tyler to get the gift as quickly as he can. She sent the address already. Tyler's gaze settled on a store by the other side of the street. He evaded the sidewalk and crossed to the side of the road. He rubbed his neck lazily, before pushing the door. It was a boutique. The bright lights made him freeze and squint his eyes for a mome
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