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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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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
