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The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 17
"What's going on?" Tyler inquired, his curiosity tinged with a touch of apprehension.Fiorenzo wasted no time in responding, divulging the unsettling news that Tyler's mother was determined to leave the house at any cost. The words struck Tyler like a bolt of lightning, coursing through his veins and instantly igniting a surge of emotions within him. His blood boiled, his muscles tensed, and a sense of foreboding settled upon him like a heavy shroud.Frustration gnawed at Tyler's core as he grappled with the gravity of the situation. He recognized the importance of keeping his mother within the confines of the house, safeguarding her from potential harm or undesirable consequences. With an air of urgency, he implored Fiorenzo, "Please, do whatever it takes to prevent her from leaving. It is absolutely crucial that she remains here, no matter the circumstances," his words laced with a mixture of determination and pleading.As Tyler delivered his instructions, a wave of exasperation wa
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 18
As Tyler approached Lady Guila on the balcony, ready to join her in her departure, she abruptly dropped the word "No" from her lips, causing his steps to falter. Her head shook gently, but her smile remained, conveying a mix of determination and affection. "Ciccio, I have to face this challenge alone. I need to have a conversation with your mom in solitude. Please understand and grant me this request," she implored, her hand finding its place on Tyler's shoulder, seeking reassurance and support.Caught off guard, Tyler attempted to voice his thoughts, but Lady Guila swiftly interjected, cutting off his words. "No. Please allow me to handle this. Trust me, I will do everything in my power to make things right," she assured him with a nod, her gestures emanating both confidence and compassion.In response, Tyler found himself rendered momentarily speechless, his eyes narrowing as a hint of tension crept into his gaze. Thoughts raced through his mind, his curiosity piqued, eager to be pa
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 19
Antonio's attempts to break free from Tyler's unyielding grip were futile, as Tyler held on firmly, refusing to let go. A grim expression settled on Tyler's face, a mixture of contempt and repulsion evident in his narrowed eyes and furrowed brows."You disgust me," Tyler spat out, his voice laced with disdain and anger, as he recoiled from the audacity of Antonio's actions. The intensity of their confrontation reached its peak as Antonio, seething with rage, retorted, spitting on Tyler's face with a venomous force. "Go fuck yourself, you son of a bitch!" Antonio's voice echoed through the room as he finally managed to wrest his hand away from Tyler's grasp, storming off in an act of defiance.Tyler remained motionless, his expression still contorted in a frown, the saliva lingering on his face. Retrieving his handkerchief, he swiftly wiped away the unwanted spittle, his eyes gleaming with a manic determination. A plan began to form in his mind, a carefully orchestrated revenge against
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 20
“You know where to find me!I love you , Ciccio”As Tyler read and re-read the poignant words etched upon the paper, he couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions surging through him. Gently, his fingers grazed the surface of the letter, tracing the curves of each letter as if trying to absorb the essence of his mother's love. The weight of her affection, and the bittersweet knowledge that she was somewhere out there, waiting, caused his teeth to grind together in a mixture of frustration and longing. He released a deep sigh, allowing the air to carry away some of the tension that had settled within him.Closing his eyes, Tyler sought solace in the darkness, hoping to find a moment of respite amidst the storm raging in his heart. He held the letter for a few precious seconds, cherishing the connection it represented, before carefully folding it and securing it in the sanctuary of his pants pocket. The letter, now tucked away, served as a physical reminder of the unbreakable bond b
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 21
“Mom, why do you have a knife?” Tyler asked, his legs tensed, and beads of sweat forming on his face.His mother’s eyes darted towards him, revealing little in their gaze. It was as if she was concealing something from him.“Please tell me you’re not thinking of committing suicide, Mom?” His voice trembled slightly as he took cautious steps toward her, while she remained motionless on the couch.She stared back at him in silence, as though struggling to comprehend his words.“Please, Mom, if something’s wrong, talk to me instead of resorting to such thoughts,” he pleaded, stretching his hand out toward her.Tyler’s heart pounded heavily, and he noticed a frown forming on her face, followed by a look of confusion.“What are you talking about? Who mentioned suicide?” She asked, shrugging off his concern.Tyler furrowed his brows and his face contorted with bewilderment. He paused for a moment, his eyes fixed on her in puzzlement.“Wait, are you not planning to commit suicide?” He asked,
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 22
“I do not care to hear more!” Elena, Tyler’s mother snapped, raising her hand at Tyler.“Mother,” Tyler cried out, but she gave him no chance to speak further.“When your father died, I promised that I was going to take care of you with everything in me. It breaks my heart that I have clearly failed your father and myself,” she growled, her voice echoing in the room, fired up with rage.“Mom,” Tyler called out, but his words were trailed off.“Tyler, this day, it is clear that you have chosen your path. You have chosen money over your mother. This day, you have broken our paths and chosen a different path you want to tread upon. But always remember that when ‘you act in haste, you repent at leisure’!” she spat.Tears welled up in Tyler’s eyes as he stood there, conflicted between his ambitions and his love for his mother. Her words weighed heavily on his heart, and he could feel the chasm widening between them. The tension in the room was palpable, like a thunderstorm gathering streng
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 23
Tyler entered his former workplace, and as he walked in, he couldn't help but notice the piercing stares directed at him. Whispers and murmurs circulated among his former colleagues, all with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. Nevertheless, he didn't let their judgmental gazes faze him. He was adorned in an impeccably tailored, expensive suit, a reflection of his newfound success and wealth. His confident stride exuded a sense of grandeur that demanded attention.With determination burning in his eyes, Tyler marched towards Antonia's office, fully aware that he had unfinished business to address. He knew that he couldn't let the past define him, so he squared his shoulders and pressed on. As he stood outside Antonia's door, he took a deep breath, attempting to compose himself amidst the surge of memories flooding his mind. The room seemed to spin with echoes of the past, and he closed his eyes for a moment to ground himself.With a sigh, Tyler pushed the door open without bothering
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 24
Antonio's breath caught in his throat, and he stuttered, "What... what?" As he gazed at the screen, his eyes narrowed, leaving his mouth slightly agape in surprise. Despite having a clear view of what was displayed, his eyes widened as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.Clara, observing Antonio's reaction, rushed to his side, her curly hair swaying as she curved her neck towards the screen. Her expression was vastly different from Antonio's; rage consumed her face as she came to the realization that her man had been lying to her all along. Indeed, that was precisely what she saw, and her reaction was entirely understandable.Confidence surged within Tyler, evident in the smirk that adorned his face. "How do you like my present?" he asked, taunting Antonio, whose eyes now blazed with anger at the smiling Tyler.Clara's emotions were overwhelming, and she couldn't hold back her frustration. She covered her face with her hands, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her who
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