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“In your next life, avoid the trappings of wealth. Embrace poverty to evade such torment. A word of advice from your caring brother,” Andrea jibed, a mocking tap on Tyler’s shoulder, a final blow to his already frayed patience.Tyler stood there, his body a seething volcano of repressed emotions, every nerve screaming for release, yet he remained a stoic statue in the face of Andrea’s sadistic torment. Tears stung his eyes, a manifestation of the unbearable weight pressing upon him, yet he held back, his teeth grinding together in silent defiance.Andrea’s words echoed in his mind, a cruel reminder of the ultimatum placed upon him. Two days to decide his own demise, a sinister choice forced upon him by the very brother he once trusted. The agony of Andrea’s manipulation lashed at his soul, tearing through layers of trust and kinship.“You’re orchestrating all of this for your gain,” Tyler accused, his voice quaking with suppressed rage and profound bitterness. The realization of Andre
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 141
“In your next life, avoid the trappings of wealth. Embrace poverty to evade such torment. A word of advice from your caring brother,” Andrea jibed, a mocking tap on Tyler’s shoulder, a final blow to his already frayed patience.Tyler stood there, his body a seething volcano of repressed emotions, every nerve screaming for release, yet he remained a stoic statue in the face of Andrea’s sadistic torment. Tears stung his eyes, a manifestation of the unbearable weight pressing upon him, yet he held back, his teeth grinding together in silent defiance.Andrea’s words echoed in his mind, a cruel reminder of the ultimatum placed upon him. Two days to decide his own demise, a sinister choice forced upon him by the very brother he once trusted. The agony of Andrea’s manipulation lashed at his soul, tearing through layers of trust and kinship.“You’re orchestrating all of this for your gain,” Tyler accused, his voice quaking with suppressed rage and profound bitterness. The realization of Andre
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 142
Tyler’s mind swirled with Andrea’s haunting words as the taxi navigated the rain-drenched streets toward the hospital, where Jane lay. Each thud of his heart echoed like a drumbeat in a downpour, matching the rhythm of the relentless rainfall that blurred the cityscape outside the window.His arrival in Milan once held promise, the scenic views had captivated him just as they did now. But that was before everything spiraled into chaos. Before the weight of a decision that tore at his soul: choosing between his own life and sacrificing himself to ensure his mother’s safety.The life Tyler yearned for in Milan lay shattered, a mere illusion, far from the reality that unfolded. His lips pressed together in a firm line, his throat parched, devoid of moisture as he grappled with the gravity of Andrea’s request. It was as though the more he attempted to push Andrea’s demands from his mind, the tighter their grip became.Andrea’s parting words echoed, searing themselves into Tyler’s consciou
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 143
Time seemed to stand still as Tyler knelt beside Jane, his breaths shallow and uneven, each passing second an eternity in the eerie stillness of the kitchen. He hesitated to touch her, afraid of what he might find. With a trembling hand, he reached out, gently shaking her shoulder, hoping for any sign of response.“Jane, can you hear me?” His voice quivered with a mixture of fear and urgency, his heart pounding so loudly in his chest that it felt deafening. The image of the knife, lying perilously close, haunted his thoughts, stirring an unbearable sense of foreboding.Gradually, Jane stirred, her eyelids fluttering open, revealing eyes clouded with tears and anguish. A gasp escaped her lips as she met Tyler’s frantic gaze, confusion and vulnerability etched across her features. She clutched at the knife, her fingers trembling in a white-knuckled grip, yet the weapon seemed more a lifeline than a threat.“Jane, it’s me, Tyler,” he spoke softly, cautiously inching closer, his movements
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Tyler’s gaze lingered on Jane, who stood before him, an insurmountable silence enveloping them. In the charged air, no words dared to escape, trapped between the gravity of their unspoken emotions. Jane’s eyes, usually bright, now bore a weightiness, their depths darkened with stress, mirroring the weariness etched upon her face. Her disheveled appearance betrayed a vulnerability that Tyler had never witnessed before.“You’re awake,” Tyler murmured, his voice tinged with both relief and uncertainty. However, Jane seemed almost detached, as though the tears she’d shed in his arms were now a distant memory, buried beneath layers of unresolved tension.“Can you please answer my question, Mr. Damiano? What are you doing in my house?” Jane’s words burst forth, laced with a mixture of accusation and confusion, leaving Tyler momentarily speechless. He stood, grappling for an adequate response, but found himself ensnared in the intensity of her gaze, unsure how to navigate the tumultuous sea
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 145
Tyler sat across from Jane, his gaze fixed upon her as she delivered the unexpected news of her departure from the company. Shock resonated in Tyler’s widened eyes, his disbelief palpable in the way his jaw dropped slightly.Jane, seemingly aloof and stoic, met Tyler’s gaze with eyes that once held warmth now turned cold and distant. Tyler’s furrowed brow and narrowed eyes betrayed his confusion and concern as he tried to comprehend her decision.“You can’t be serious,” Tyler blurted out, his voice tinged with incredulity.“I am,” Jane replied, her tone icy, the words cutting through the air.“Jane, please reconsider. This job means everything to you,” Tyler pleaded, taking a tentative step forward, his earnestness evident as he tilted his head, trying to appeal to her reason.“This isn’t a rash decision,” Jane retorted, her voice strained, attempting to contain the turmoil raging within her. Her eyes, once a source of warmth and familiarity, now held a storm of emotions. There was an
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 146
Tyler’s heart pounded in his chest, a wild gallop matching the frenetic pace of his thoughts. Each second dragged on like an eternity as he waited for Ethan’s response. His fingers drummed nervously on the edge of the table, a subconscious attempt to alleviate the rising tension.“Did you see my mom?” The urgency in Tyler’s voice betrayed the fear gnawing at his insides. “Is she alright?” His voice cracked with emotion, the weight of the unknown pressing down on him like a leaden sky.Ethan’s gaze softened momentarily before clouding over with a mix of apprehension and sorrow. “I couldn’t find your mom,” he confessed, his tone heavy with regret. “But, Tyler, something wasn’t right. The moment I stepped into the house, it was like a tempest had ravaged through its very core. Furniture overturned, shards of glass glinting amidst scattered belongings. It felt violated, as if the sanctity of your home had been desecrated.”A whirlwind of emotions engulfed Tyler. His chest tightened, suffo
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 147
“Grandma! Talk to Me!” Tyler turned abruptly, a fleeting hope dashed as he realized his grandma, Lady Guila’s grip had not tightened on his hand; it was merely his mind’s cruel illusion. The room lay ensconced in a dim, almost somber, light, casting elongated shadows that seemed to echo Tyler’s growing frustration. Kneeling before Lady Guila, his pleas reverberated off the walls, desperate for her to awaken, yearning for release from the nightmarish grip that had ensnared his reality. Never before had he envisioned facing such a harrowing ordeal; his life had been uncomplicated, a mere intersection with Lady Guila followed by the revelation of his heritage and roots.Tyler’s frustration surged uncontrollably; he folded his legs beneath him, sinking to the floor’s cool surface. His eyes, brimming with unshed tears, held a rawness he dared not release. He longed to unleash a primal scream, to shatter the oppressive silence, yet the constriction in his throat stifled any attempt. A suffo
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The sound of the gunshot shattered the tense silence, the explosive discharge filling the air with a sharp crack that seemed to tear through the fabric of the room. It was Tyler’s own firearm, the 5.54 caliber entrusted to him by Andrea, the weapon now acting on his impromptu decision, aimed not at an enemy but in defense of Lady Guila. In the chaos, Andrea staggered backward, a splatter of crimson bursting forth from the wound on the right side of his chest, his body collapsing in a slow, anguished descent.Tyler’s heart raced, adrenaline surging through his veins as he witnessed the sudden turn of events. His eyes widened in a mixture of disbelief and realization. While his actions were impulsive, the consequences now lay before him, a pang of remorse piercing his chest. Not for the act of firing the shot, but for the unexpected twist fate had taken, allowing Andrea, despite his wrongdoings, a swift departure instead of facing the due consequences.“You… you bastard,” Andrea’s voice
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“Did you just ask me what I have ever done for you?” Lady Guila’s voice, softened by a trace of hurt, quivered as she struggled to comprehend Rosie’s and Andrea’s conversation in the dimly lit room.“Oh, indeed, that’s precisely what I questioned. What contributions have you made? I’ve poured my soul into your company and family. From the tenderest years, I’ve toiled ceaselessly for this establishment and your kin, yet what recompense have I received? Nothing. Instead, you’ve ushered in this outsider, claiming he’s your heir to inherit the family legacy. Do you fathom the profound devastation I felt when that decision was made?” Andrea’s words, laden with bitterness, reverberated off the walls of the enclosed space.Lady Guila’s widened eyes reflected her astonishment and a hint of dismay as she absorbed Andrea’s impassioned words. Despite Tyler’s persistent warnings about Andrea’s deceitful nature, she’d vehemently dismissed them, holding steadfast faith in him. Never could she have f
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Tyler’s eyes flew wide open at the unexpected sound, snapping him out of a dreamlike state. It was as if a shotgun had gone off in his mind, the clarity jolting him awake, his senses racing to determine who had uttered those four crucial words. As his eyes snapped open, Jen glanced toward the source of the voice, her gaze locking onto the same spot. Tyler’s breath hitched as his eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropping slightly in disbelief.“Grandma?” Tyler faltered, the word catching in his throat as shock rippled through him. The sudden appearance of his grandmother stood like an unexpected apparition in the room, rendering a peculiar stillness among them all. Today, Grandma stood so far away from Tyler, an impossible distance that seemed to widen as he remained glued to his seat, unable to bridge the gap. Fiorenzo hovered protectively behind her, flanked by two other men whose presence added an air of solemnity to the unexpected reunion.The tension in the room was palpable, a char
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Chapter 151
Tyler’s eyes flew wide open at the unexpected sound, snapping him out of a dreamlike state. It was as if a shotgun had gone off in his mind, the clarity jolting him awake, his senses racing to determine who had uttered those four crucial words. As his eyes snapped open, Jen glanced toward the source of the voice, her gaze locking onto the same spot. Tyler’s breath hitched as his eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropping slightly in disbelief.“Grandma?” Tyler faltered, the word catching in his throat as shock rippled through him. The sudden appearance of his grandmother stood like an unexpected apparition in the room, rendering a peculiar stillness among them all. Today, Grandma stood so far away from Tyler, an impossible distance that seemed to widen as he remained glued to his seat, unable to bridge the gap. Fiorenzo hovered protectively behind her, flanked by two other men whose presence added an air of solemnity to the unexpected reunion.The tension in the room was palpable, a char
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Chapter 150
“Can I please talk to my mother one last time because you can do with me what you want to do,” Tyekr whispered, his voice trembling as he perched on the edge of the chair, his body taut with tension, each moment ticking away like a fragile heartbeat.“Awnnn, you want to cry to Mama and tell her how much you love her and will miss her?” Andrea’s words dripped with derision, her tone mocking and cruel.Tyler felt the sting of Mareas’ cutting words, each syllable like a lash upon his already burdened soul. His silence masked the turmoil within as he pleaded silently for Nadtead’s intervention regarding his plea. Andrea’s scornful gaze bore into Tyekr, a frigid stare that seemed to pierce beyond the surface, locking their eyes in an uncomfortable standoff, an unspoken tension hanging in the air, thickening the atmosphere with a palpable weight of unresolved emotions.Their gaze held, each refusing to yield, a silent battle raging between them that spoke volumes in the charged silence, hin
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“Voilà!” Andrea exclaimed, as though he had been eagerly awaiting Tyler’s consent to an unthinkable act.A radiant smile illuminated Andrea’s eyes and face, as if he had just stumbled upon the most marvelous news. Despite Tyler’s intense urge to lash out, he maintained a fixed gaze, determined not to succumb to his temper. He longed to deliver a punch straight to Andrea’s face.“You’ve made the right choice. Finally opting for the drugs that will put an end to the disease,” Andrea taunted sarcastically, applauding Tyler with a mocking fervor, his hands clapping together.There was an eerie sense of tension hanging in the air, crackling with the palpable bitterness that had brewed between the two. Tyler wrestled with conflicting emotions, a cocktail of anger, frustration, and the sting of Andrea’s derision. Andrea’s words cut deeper than any physical blow, striking a chord that resonated with Tyler’s inner turmoil.The room seemed to shrink as the intensity of their confrontation grew.
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Tyler’s world crumbled as he reeled from the impact of Ray’s betrayal. The weight of the circumstances pressed heavily upon him, an indescribable amalgamation of anguish and disbelief. His heart, once steady, now raced uncontrollably, each beat echoing the tumult within. Guilt clawed at him, a remorseful storm, for feeling powerless to alter the unfolding tragedy, his mother’s plight a haunting specter in his mind.Tears, unbidden, swelled in his eyes, blurring the harsh reality of the text from Andrea. With clenched teeth, he stifled a cry, his fingers trembling as they traced the letters on the screen, each word a cruel lash against his already fractured resolve. He yearned to break free from the constraints that bound him, his thoughts a tempest of rage and desperation, seeking any semblance of a solution, yet finding none.Visions of his mother, subjected to unspeakable torment by Ray, played on an endless loop in his mind, a relentless barrage of anguish that threatened to consum
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Chapter 147
“Grandma! Talk to Me!” Tyler turned abruptly, a fleeting hope dashed as he realized his grandma, Lady Guila’s grip had not tightened on his hand; it was merely his mind’s cruel illusion. The room lay ensconced in a dim, almost somber, light, casting elongated shadows that seemed to echo Tyler’s growing frustration. Kneeling before Lady Guila, his pleas reverberated off the walls, desperate for her to awaken, yearning for release from the nightmarish grip that had ensnared his reality. Never before had he envisioned facing such a harrowing ordeal; his life had been uncomplicated, a mere intersection with Lady Guila followed by the revelation of his heritage and roots.Tyler’s frustration surged uncontrollably; he folded his legs beneath him, sinking to the floor’s cool surface. His eyes, brimming with unshed tears, held a rawness he dared not release. He longed to unleash a primal scream, to shatter the oppressive silence, yet the constriction in his throat stifled any attempt. A suffo
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Chapter 146
Tyler’s heart pounded in his chest, a wild gallop matching the frenetic pace of his thoughts. Each second dragged on like an eternity as he waited for Ethan’s response. His fingers drummed nervously on the edge of the table, a subconscious attempt to alleviate the rising tension.“Did you see my mom?” The urgency in Tyler’s voice betrayed the fear gnawing at his insides. “Is she alright?” His voice cracked with emotion, the weight of the unknown pressing down on him like a leaden sky.Ethan’s gaze softened momentarily before clouding over with a mix of apprehension and sorrow. “I couldn’t find your mom,” he confessed, his tone heavy with regret. “But, Tyler, something wasn’t right. The moment I stepped into the house, it was like a tempest had ravaged through its very core. Furniture overturned, shards of glass glinting amidst scattered belongings. It felt violated, as if the sanctity of your home had been desecrated.”A whirlwind of emotions engulfed Tyler. His chest tightened, suffo
