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RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE Sitting Duck
Tyrone's world was going to change from now on, he had given up the company, and he was being bundled into the bus, his face blindfolded. Suddenly the car came to a halt as he was thrown out of the bus and he felt consciousness elude him.Tyrone lay broken in the cold, hard road, his body was already bruised and broken beyond repair. The world was a blur of flashing lights and distant sounds of cars as he tried to focus on the faces hovering him. An officer, his face filled with concern and worry, but that was the only clear image in Tyrone’s fading consciousness.He was disposed of by the desolate road just like yesterday’s trash which was dumped on the side. The last thing he could remember was being suffocated by darkness, coupled with relentless heart pounding. He’d given them what they wanted. He’d given up the company. Now, they’d cast him aside like a broken toy.Soon the ambulance siren cried from afar, cutting through the night’s quietness and stillness. Paramedics rushed to
RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE The Coma
Suddenly, the world went black. Tyrone, who was already getting better and doing good with physical therapy, aggravated his internal injuries. He suddenly went into a coma.The next time Tyrone opened his eyes, he found himself in a similar hospital room, the steady beep of monitors filling the air. His vision is still not fully clear, trying to clear the obstruction from his mind. A nurse who wasn’t far from him noticed his movement and quickly walked towards his bedside.“Mr. Tyrone, can you hear me? Are you alright?” she asked, her voice very simple but firm.Tyrone, in turn, tried to reply her, but his throat failed him as it was raw and unused. He resulted to giving a weak nod instead.“You’ve been in a coma for 6 days, and we’ve hoped it doesn’t go longer than that,” the nurse explained. “You aggravated your internal injuries from all way that happened with the masked men. But I’ve don enough talking, I’ll just go inform the doctor now that you’re awake, so he can continue from
RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE Rekindled Love
The news of Tyrone’s return had spread through the city without Tyrone himself knowing, and Rollins knew he had to act fast in order to get his inheritance from Tyrone“This will change everything around here,” he said to himself, taking a sip of his whiskey. “But I’ll be damned if one lost so tries to join the family now and thinks he can get all the inheritance.”With a determined face, he picked up his phone and called a number. After a few rings, a voice answered.“Hey Judy,” Rollins says, his tone dripping with fake love. “I need you to come over to my house. We might have some business to discuss that may be beneficial for both of us.”Just across town, in a middle-class apartment, Judy hesitated before responding. She knew all Rollins planned as regards business wasn’t business and she knew what was in stock for her if she refused.“I’ll be there in an hour,” she said with a tone of resignation.As Judy hung up the phone, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her vibrant face im
RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE Victory
Tyrone’s phone rang continuously by his bedside as the morning sun rose up. He groaned and reached for it with sleepy eyes, while Judy slept peacefully next to him. Reading the message urgently which was from his CFO made him wide awake instantly."What is that?" Judy muttered softly, shifting next to him. Tyrone's fists tightened as he responded, "Issues at work." Serious problem. In less than an hour, Tyrone was walking heads up through the lobby of the company he inherited. Staff members loitering around, and looking at him mysteriously. He walked into the boardroom to find his executive team already seated, their gloomy faces fixed on him."Tyrone took his place at the head of the table and insisted, "Speak to me." Maria, his CFO, coughed to break the silence. “Tyrone, it’s not looking good at all.” Our third quarter reports are terrible. In the past week, we lost three significant contracts, and reports also came in a few minutes that Apex Coro is trying to steal our clients.
RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE A New Dawn
Over town, Rollins was pacing his rich living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His sister, Melinda, looked at him gravely, profoundly concerned, “Please, brother, all this stretch and migraines you've had since Tyrone is long overdue, It's eating you up,” she argued in a low voice. Rollins looked at her, his eyes full of outrage, “Did you just say it's eating me up? This bastard crushed everything I built and acquired. And you may have finished it with one straightforward action.” Melinda stepped back, stunned by the brutality in her brother's voice, “What do you mean? What are you talking about?” Rollins moved toward her, his voice dropping to a perilous whisper, “You know what I mean, my dear sister. One small push, one “accident,” and everything that was our own will be ours.” Understanding unfolded on Melinda's face, and she understood what her brother implied, “You need me to murder Tyrone? Are you out of your mind?” Rollins laughed intensely, “No, my dear. I'm the o
RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE The Team
Tyrone and Judy decided to go out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate the success of the plan that was executed well and it didn’t bring about any consequences which they’d both feared.Judy, wearing a form-fitting deep blue gown that accentuated her curves, grinned as Tyrone pulled out her chair. He always maintained gentlemanly behavior, even when it wasn't required. Taking her place, she smoothed down the material of her dress as she got comfortable. Sitting across from her, Tyrone looked even taller and more intimidating in his custom black suit. He tilted back a little, observing her with a grin that extended to his eyes. "Tonight, Judy, you look amazing," he murmured in a low, warm voice. "Judy responded, her eyes sparkling, "Thank you, Tyrone." "You also clean up nicely." The waitress approached their table carrying menus to take their orders, and after some discussion, they decided to begin their evening with a bottle of red wine. After the waitress left, Tyrone shifted his
RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE Anew Love
Judy had continuously been the kind of lady who knew what she needed. Certain, free, and driven, she had no inconvenience making choices, indeed when they were troublesome. So, when she ended her relationship with Tyrone a year prior, she had been beyond any doubt it was the correct thing to do. They were essentially as well distinctive, she had told herself—and him. Whereas he was laid-back and nice, she embarked on structure and desire. He was substance with his unassuming life, whereas she was continuously endeavoring for more. But presently, as she sat over from Tyrone in a small eatery downtown, the same place they used to visit when they were together, Judy couldn’t offer assistance but feel a bizarre sense of déjà vu. It was gathered to be a normal supper between old companions, a chance to catch up after so much time separated. However something almost the evening felt different—charged with an undercurrent of pressure that Judy couldn’t very put. The supper had begun off c
RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE Cut Deep
The air was thick with pressure as Judy’s driver drove home from work that evening. It had been a long, tiring day, and all she needed was to break down into the arms of her husband, Tyrone, and let the stretch of the day soften absent. But as she pulled into the garage of their house, a bothering feeling crawled up her spine. Something felt off, in spite of the fact that she couldn’t very put her finger on it. The neighborhood was calm, the warm shine of the setting sun casting long shadows over the road. Judy stopped her car and sat for a minute, taking a profound breath. She shook off the unease, ascribing it to nothing more than fatigue. But as she opened the entryway and ventured into the interior, the feeling returned, more grounded than some time recently. The living room was abnormally noiseless, apart from the suppressed sound of the tv playing within the living room. Judy set her keys on the table and slipped off her shoes, her movements moderate and considerate. She felt
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A Time Before
Tyrone had just settled down on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, his fingers apathetically flicking through the tv channels. He had arranged to spend his end of the week unwinding, free from any dramatization. His life had been serene ever since he and Vanessa broke up months back. In spite of the fact that their relationship had been a tornado of enthusiasm, it was moreover full with superfluous contentions, control, and manipulations. He was happy it was over. He was happier now, centering on himself, and now not weighed down by her passionate rollercoaster. The doorbell rang, pulling Tyrone out of his thoughts. He looked at his wristwatch, scowling. He wasn’t expecting anybody. He hurled the inaccessible onto the sofa and headed toward the front door. Opening it, he was met with the sight of none other than Vanessa standing on his balcony, her arms crossed over her chest, her regular grin settled on her lips. Tyrone flickered in shock. “Vanessa? What are you doin
Evil Plot
Vanessa observed the sun plunge underneath the skyline through her loft window. Its searing orange beams cast long shadows over her living room, coordinating the turmoil roiling in her mind. Tyrone had been hers—once. They had went through a long time together, building dreams and making plans for the longer term. But all of that changed when Judy entered the picture. Vanessa clenched her clench hands, her knuckles white against the scenery of her profound brown skin. Judy had stolen Tyrone. No—she had enticed him, attracted him away, demolished everything. It wasn’t reasonable. Vanessa paced back and forward in her little, faintly lit flat, her bare feet making delicate crashes against the wooden floor. The sharpness chewed at her. Months had passed since Tyrone and Judy had gotten hitched, and Vanessa’s life had spiralled ever since. Each time she saw them together, grinning, living the life she ought to have had, a new piece of her, smashed. She seems to feel herself falling more
Light in the Dark
Judy faltered for a minute before she thumped on Tyrone’s front door. Her heart was beating, her palms were clammy, and she may still feel the sting of their final contention new in her mind. The battle they had before she raged out was unstable, filled with yelling, allegations, and a torrent of feelings, not one or the other of them had completely caught on at the time. Tyrone had blamed her for not trusting him, and Judy had let go back, irate and harmed, that he was still hung up on his ex, Vanessa. She knew she shouldn’t be back here so before long, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that they had left things uncertain. After what felt like an forever, the door swung open, and there stood Tyrone, his expression incoherent. His dim eyes bolted onto hers, and for a moment, not one or the other of them talked. The pressure between them was thick, as in spite of the fact that the contention was still hanging within the air , overwhelming and unwavering. “Judy?” Tyrone’s voice brok
Actions Not Words
Judy had been pacing her flat for hours, the cadenced tap of her heels against the wooden floor as it were sound breaking the hush. She looked at her phone for the tenth time in as many minutes, her thumb drifting over Tyrone's title. It was continuously the same with him—pulling her in, pushing her away, as if to drag her back once more. But this time, Judy decided things would be different . She wasn’t going to let him just walk back into her life without a few kinds of confirmation. She knew precisely what she needed, and she knew she had use. Over town, Tyrone sat at his table, gazing at the city horizon through the wide windows of his office. His domain sprawled out underneath him, a kingdom built on canny deals and heartless aspiration. However, none of it appeared to matter when his thoughts floated to Judy. Their relationship was like a storm, all-consuming and outlandish to foresee. He had made his botches, more than he cared to tally, but he was prepared to make things righ
The Mirage of Betrayal
Tyrone stood outside the door, his hands trembling as he clenched and unclenched his clench hands. The late evening sun showered the neighbourhood in a brilliant tone, but Tyrone felt nothing but the weight of his inconveniences. He might feel the sweat on his chin, each ball of sweat reminding him of the storm brewing in his life. He took a deep breath, his heart beating in his chest, and thumped on the door. Some seconds passed before he listened to the rearranging of feet from the other side. His beat enlivened. Would she indeed open the door? The door squeaked open, and there she stood—Judy, his spouse, the love of his life. She looked at him with a blend of shock and guardedness, her eyes checking his face as if looking for answers he didn’t have. She was wearing a formal blue dress that he had continuously cherished, but presently it felt like a boundary between them, an update of the life they had shared and the one they had misplaced. “What do you need, Tyrone?” Judy inquir
Error In Judgement
Vanessa had continuously been the kind of lady who got what she needed. She had the charm, the looks, and the mind to drag anybody into her circle. When she and Tyrone were together, they were the envy of everybody they knew. They were the “it” couple—the idealised coordinate, everybody said. But that was a long time back, before Tyrone met Alexis, before everything changed. Vanessa stood at the entrance of the swarmed bar, filtering the ocean of faces until she spotted him. Tyrone sat at a little table by the window, nursing a drink and gazing vacantly out into the night. He looked good—maybe more than he had the last time she saw him, she thought. His shoulders were broader, his fashion more refined, but his eyes still held that recognizable thoughtfulness. Vanessa took a deep breath and walked over, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. “Tyrone,” she said, her voice light, nearly perky, as she pulled the chair over from him and sat down without holding up for a welcome. T
Acceptance
The sun had scarcely risen, but Judy was as of now situated at her extravagant living room couch, coffee in hand, as she looked over thoughtlessly through her phone. Her mornings ordinarily started with a calming routine—coffee, a scroll through social media, and a brief look at the features. But nowadays it is different. As she scrolled through the most recent prattle, her heart halted. A strong feature flashed over her screen: *"Vanessa Reported Pregnant With Tyrone's Child!" Judy’s grasp fixed on her phone, her breath stuck in her throat. Vanessa, Tyrone’s ex-girlfriend, was pregnant. And not just pregnant—pregnant with Tyrone’s child. Judy squinted, hoping the headline to stop, but the words remained the same, dazzling back at her with the cruelty of truth. Her vision obscured as her mind dashed back to all the discussions she’d had with Tyrone about belief, about trustworthiness, and around their future together. He’d told her about Vanessa, about the muddled breakup, and about
Envisioned Future
Tyrone sat at the edge of his bed, the morning sun casting long shadows on the floor. He hadn’t rested a wink. His mind was a tangled mess of questions, questions, and outrage. He knew one thing for sure: he was planning to get to the foot of the mess that had ended up in his life. The last few weeks had been a hurricane of disclosures and heartbreaks, and Tyrone felt like he was suffocating within the chaos. Vanessa’s pregnancy declaration had hit him like a cargo prepare. They had dated a long time before, but Tyrone was certain their relationship had finished for good. He had moved on, hitched Judy, and begun a life he thought would be filled with adore and solidness. But Vanessa’s sudden return, tummy swollen with child, had tossed everything into confusion. Tyrone ran a hand over his tired face and let out a profound moan. His phone buzzed on the nightstand, breaking the hush. He glanced at the screen—another missed call from Judy. He couldn’t bring himself to reply. Judy had
Troubled Mistake
Tyrone hadn't seen or listened from Vanessa in about a long time. Their relationship had finished in blazes, the kind of breakup that clears out no room for compromise or inviting farewells. So when he spotted her name blazing on his phone one evening, his heart skipped a beat. Recollections of their unstable relationship came flooding back, and he wavered before replying. "Hi?" Tyrone’s voice was cautious, as as if bracing for the most obvious. There was a delay on the other end, and for a minute, he thought she might have hung up. At that point, Vanessa's voice came through, sounding uniquely repressed. "Tyrone, it's me." He breathed out strongly, feeling a blend of alleviation and unease. "Vanessa. Typically ... scared." "Better believe it, I know," she answered, her voice temperamental. "I wouldn't be calling if it wasn't critical." Tyrone scowled, his mind dashing with conceivable outcomes. Vanessa was not one to reach out for unimportant things, particularly not after the w
