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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
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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
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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
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“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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