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RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE Stolen
Judy never envisioned that her normal day would take a turn into a bad dream. It started like every other morning—bright and full of hope. The sun spilled through the sheer shades of her flat, casting delicate brilliant beams over the room. Judy yawned as she extended in bed, a grin playing on her lips as she thought of the day ahead. But that day, which had begun with such positive thinking, would before long turn into something dull and terrifying. It all started when Judy chose to talk a walk to the nearby market. She loved the market, with its bustling air, the merchants yelling out the freshness of their voice, and the cluster of colors from the flowers, natural products, and vegetables on show. It was a put of life and dynamic quality, a place where she may lose herself within the basic joy of picking out the ripest apples or the freshest bouquet of daisies. As she strolled through the market, she felt a sense of peace. It was a calm day—sunny but not as hot, with a delicate
RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE Demands
Tyrone’s night had started like every other. He sat on the edge of his worn calfskin sofa, his eyes half-closed as the relieving murmur of a late-night jazz station filled the living room. The smooth notes of the saxophone floated through the air, blending with the fragrance of the coffee he’d brewed just minutes before. His wife, was out with friends for a little gathering. Tyrone hadn’t disapproved of staying home; in reality, he needed these calm minutes. Little did he know that the peace of the evening was about to be smashed. As he held his mug, the phone on the coffee table buzzed noisily, disturbing the tranquility of the room. Tyrone scowled, picking it up to check the caller ID. The number was new, but something around it made his heart skip a beat. He delayed for a moment some time recently replying. “Hello?” Tyrone’s profound voice carried an aura of caution. There was quiet on the other end of the line, as if it was a black out sound of breathing. Just as he was about to
RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE Matthew
Tyrone rested against the cold steel model of his car, the evening sun casting long shadows over the about forsaken stopping part. The weight of what he was almost to do sat overwhelming on his shoulders, squeezing down just like the thick warm mist that made the air nearly unbreathable. His dim eyes, which were always sharp and calculating, were presently filled with a blend of uneasiness and resolve. Inside, Matthew was holding up. For a long time, Tyrone and Matthew had been at each other’s throats, their contention carving a ridiculous way through their separate way of lives. What had begun as a little disagreement had spiralled into a quarrel that had lasted for months, both men more disconnected and solidified than ever before. But nowadays, Tyrone was about to do something that neither of them had ever considered. With a profound breath, he pushed off the car and walked toward Matthew's house. His strides resounded off the concrete, each one a reminder of how distant they had
RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE The Kidnappers
Tyrone paced back and forward in his faintly lit living room, the pressure within the air thick sufficient to cut. The expensive, mahogany coffee table was secured with maps, scratch pad, and folded papers with quickly written notes—remnants of an unhinged, restless three days. His mind dashed with conceivable outcomes, each one darker than the final. Three days had passed since his spouse had been captured, and each hour felt like a lifetime. Matthew sat over from him on the couch, his eyes checking over a list of contacts on his phone. Matthew, the more explanatory of the two, was the one who kept Tyrone in check. But indeed Matthew was starting to feel the weight of the circumstance squeezing down on him. "We're running out of time," Tyrone murmured, his voice rough from fatigue. "We got to do something, Matt. We can't just sit here waiting for a supernatural occurrence." Matthew looked up, his usually calm blue eyes clouded with concern. "I know, Ty. But we need to be savvy abou
RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE Damon
Tyrone looked at the clock on the wall. It was nearly midnight. His wife was still kidnapped by obscure men a number of days back. He had called her phone a few times, but every time it went straight to voicemail. But the unease wouldn’t leave him. He picked up his phone once more and dialed her number. This time, it didn’t actually rang. It went straight to voicemail. “Babe, it’s me,” he said, attempting to keep his voice calm. “Just give me a call once you get this, okay? I’m beginning to get stressed. Love you.” He hung up and threw the phone onto the couch, running a hand through his hair. He walked over to the window and looked out at the city underneath. The roads were calm, and the lights from the buildings twinkled within the night. Ordinarily, the sight calmed him, but this evening, it as if, it made him feel more confined. Just as he was about to call her best friend to see if she knew where she was, his phone buzzed on the couch. He took it rapidly, trusting it was his w
RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE Rescue Scheming
The city was washed within the passing on light of the late evening, casting long shadows that appeared to increase with the pressure brewing between Tyrone and Matthew. The two men stood on the edge of a rough driveway, their voices rising over the far off murmur of activity. It had been hours since Damon had sent the message, and with each passing second, the stakes felt higher. "You can't truly be thinking about going alone, Ty!" Matthew’s voice was a mix of dissatisfaction and fear, his eyes wide with disbelief as he paced within the contract driveway. The smell of gasoline and decaying waste filled the air, making the discussion all the more choking. "This is precisely what he needs. Damon knows you're frantic. That’s why he’s doing this, why he sent you that message. He’s trying to corner you." Tyrone’s expression was one of strained resolve. His hands were tightened into clench hands. He gazed at the broken asphalt, avoiding Matthew’s look, knowing deep down that his friend w
RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE Trapped
Tyrone came out of his car, the rock crunching beneath his feet as he balanced the collar of his coat. His senses were on alert, each strand of his hair mindful of the peril that hidden within the obscurity. The wind yelled through the broken windows, carrying with it a cold metallic fragrance that made his stomach turn. It had been weeks since his wife had been taken, and every day since had been a living bad dream. Tyrone had gone through countless evenings following down leads, finding information out of lowlifes who scarcely knew their own names. But this evening was different. Tonight, he was aiming to confront the man responsible for all his torment, his rival, Damon. As he drew nearer the entrance, the recollections of his previous experience with Damon overflowed his mind. They had been rivals for a long time, ever since Tyrone had left to begin a new life with his spouse. Damon had taken it personal, and ever since, there had been bad blood between them. But this—kidnapping
RISE OF TYRONE, THE ENTITLED BILLIONAIRE Betrayal
Tyrone's breath came in shallow as he tried to keep his vision in a faintly lit passage. The cold, stone dividers squeezed in on him, and the harsh haziness appeared to swallow him entire. His heart beat in his chest like a war drum, resounding within the hush. He had misplaced it all—he seemed to feel it.He had gone through the last 48 hours in a state of edginess, after investing days looking for her after she was kidnapped in the dead of night. The police were never in question,due to the dangers laid down by Damon before. But Tyrone had refused to give up, and his persistent interest had at last brought him here, to this deserted warehouse at the outskirts of the city. As he looked as his spouse who was sleeping with her face battered and her dress torn with her body looking rough handled. He seemed to listen to low voices from inside, one of them unmistakably Damon’s. He sounded brutal, firm and voice full of dread. Tyrone tightened his clench hands, anger surging through him l
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