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“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
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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
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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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“You’ve just lost your job as well,” Tyler gently let out into Antonio’s ears.Antonio’s face flared up, his brows curved in shock. Tyler, on the other hand, stood stoic, but a sweet smirk played on his face.“What?” Antonio stuttered, nearly choking on his words. It was as though his whole world was crumbling in the twinkle of an eye. Indeed, that was the case, as his job was not just a means of income, but his entire life, and now it was slipping away.“You heard me right,” Tyler grinned and adjusted his suit, casting a lingering glance at Clara, who still clung firmly to her desk, awestruck.“But… but…” Antonio stammered, hastily unhooking his necktie. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his once bold and confident demeanor now dissolved into uncertainty.“Mr. David, please make sure to help eject him from this firm,” Tyler slyly said to the Manager, who nodded his head in affirmation. “I do not want incompetence here,” Tyler added.“Please, please, I beg you,” Antonio fell
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After the tumultuous events at the firm, the next day had arrived, and it marked the moment when Tyler was scheduled to depart for Italy. As he sat on his bed, he couldn’t help but reflect deeply on his decision. Doubt crept into his mind, questioning whether his desire to go to Italy was truly worth it, or if his mother had been right all along. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and he nervously licked them, contemplating everything that had transpired. Nevertheless, Tyler stood up and proceeded to get dressed, determined to move forward regardless of the conflicting thoughts swirling in his head. He had made up his mind, and there was no turning back.In the midst of Tyler’s preparations, there came a soft knock on his door. He was partially dressed, with his suit laid out on the bed. “Who is it? You can come in,” Tyler called out, sinking back onto the bed with his hands covering his head. A surge of emotions washed over him, causing an unsettling pang in his head as he tried to make
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Tyler sat quietly in the plane, his mind filled with contemplation about the recent conversation he had with his mother. He couldn’t shake off the feelings of disappointment and frustration, as she had blatantly refused to accompany him to Italy without providing any reason. Leaning against the side of the plane, his eyes gazed pensively at the vast expanse of the sky as they soared through the clouds.Throughout the journey, Tyler found himself grappling with conflicting thoughts. Part of him had second thoughts about the entire trip, wondering if he should have reconsidered his decision to follow Lady Guila to Italy. Yet, an unwavering desire for wealth and prosperity urged him to continue on this path, hoping that the journey would lead him to the fulfillment of his dreams.As the night sky embraced the airplane, a mesmerizing display of stars adorned the firmament, casting a celestial glow over the cabin. Tyler noticed a cup of wine placed beside him, but he couldn’t muster the de
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A knowing smile played on Lady Guila’s lips as she responded, “Sometimes, people’s pasts leave marks on them that can be sensed by those who have experienced similar pain and heartache.” Her words were cryptic, and Tyler felt a mix of curiosity and trepidation. “Anyways, all I am trying to say is that you should focus on yourself and while you are at it, you are going to get pulled down by those that hate you and by the ones you love and care about. They might love and care about you as well and may think that their opinion is right but they’d be wrong because a person’s opinion is only good for him at some point, and not someone else because your thought might not apt because you might not be able to fit in the person's shoes to give an advice” lady Guila said calmly. Lady Guila’s words of wisdom resonated deeply with Tyler as he calmly listened to her advice. Her perspective on focusing on oneself and not letting the opinions of others dictate one’s path struck a chord within him.
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Tyler continued to gaze at the photograph with a mix of curiosity and confusion evident in his furrowed brows. He was captivated by the image, which seemed to hold some hidden significance that eluded him. With a slow exhale, he reluctantly tore his gaze away from the photo and turned back to his Eve, where he settled down. As he reclined, his eyes caught sight of his friend Ron, who was also staring at the picture with an enigmatic expression, much like a dragon lurking in the background of a distant realm. Tyler was at a loss for words, struggling to decipher the emotions evoked by the photograph.Unable to comprehend the enigmatic scene portrayed in the picture, he found himself repeating the words softly, as if the act of verbalization might provide some clarity. Alas, the mystery remained unsolved, and he felt a fleeting sense of childlike bewilderment before swiftly regaining his composure, locking his emotions away like secrets in a hidden vault.Just as Tyler was trying to gat
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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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Chapter 152
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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Chapter 149
“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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Chapter 148
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
