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"What's the matter, Ciccio?" inquired Lady Guila, her voice laced with concern, as she gently tapped Tyler on the shoulder. Tyler's expression betrayed his inner turmoil; beads of sweat collected on his forehead, a testament to his intense unease. His gaze was fixed upon the entrance, his apprehension palpable, yet the space remained vacant, devoid of any presence. In that fleeting moment, he had been convinced that he spotted Andrea there, just as he had been on the verge of revealing the ominous threat Andrea had issued against the life of his beloved lotus."Uh, yeah, I'm alright," Tyler responded, his breath slightly labored as he spoke. He attempted to downplay his distress, rolling his eyes and employing the back of his hand to gently blot away the sweat that had pooled on his face."But you don't appear well," Lady Guila remarked with a gentle, reassuring tone. Her perceptive eyes carefully studied Tyler's countenance, as though seeking to extract some hidden truth. Her gaze wa
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 52
Tyler’s anxiety grew with each unsuccessful attempt to call his mother’s number. After their heartfelt kiss, he was eager to hear her voice, but the call simply wouldn’t connect. Frustration welled up within him, yet despite the setbacks, he couldn’t resist the urge to dial her number again, desperately hoping for a different outcome.“Jesus fucking Christ!” Tyler’s exclamation reverberated through the room, punctuated by his anger-fueled action of flinging his phone onto the bed. His frustration was palpable, like a storm brewing beneath his surface.Standing before the bed, he seemed almost overwhelmed, his emotions tangling like a web. He ran his fingers through his hair, agitated, and then began pacing the room, his steps a mix of restlessness and anxiety. His hands trembled slightly, a visible manifestation of the turmoil inside him. His once vibrant eyes now burned with an intense shade of red, reflecting the mixture of worry and anger that churned within.Each stride across the
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Tyler’s anxiety grew with each unsuccessful attempt to call his mother’s number. After their heartfelt kiss, he was eager to hear her voice, but the call simply wouldn’t connect. Frustration welled up within him, yet despite the setbacks, he couldn’t resist the urge to dial her number again, desperately hoping for a different outcome.“Jesus fucking Christ!” Tyler’s exclamation reverberated through the room, punctuated by his anger-fueled action of flinging his phone onto the bed. His frustration was palpable, like a storm brewing beneath his surface.Standing before the bed, he seemed almost overwhelmed, his emotions tangling like a web. He ran his fingers through his hair, agitated, and then began pacing the room, his steps a mix of restlessness and anxiety. His hands trembled slightly, a visible manifestation of the turmoil inside him. His once vibrant eyes now burned with an intense shade of red, reflecting the mixture of worry and anger that churned within.Each stride across the
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 54
"Give me a shot," Tyler exclaimed, nudging his cup toward the bartender, a figure draped in a crisp white shirt with a cascade of blonde locks framing their face.Tyler, though already slightly tipsy, was resolute in his determination to embrace an even deeper level of inebriation. Clutched within his right hand, there rested a vibrant green ball, a cherished item passed down from his father. This very ball had always been his refuge, a tool he employed to clear his mind during moments of necessity. Now, on this eventful evening, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Tyler's head pulsed as if on the brink of combustion. The elusive connection with his mother still eluded him, time was slipping through his fingers to reconcile things with Andrea, and his thoughts remained shrouded in a disorienting fog."Here you go," the bartender's voice cut through the haze, the cup brimming with tequila gliding elegantly across the counter, destined for Tyler's awaiting grasp. The amber liquid gli
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Tyler's astonishment was palpable, a mix of shock and disbelief etched across his face. Despite the haze of alcohol clouding his thoughts, his eyes widened in response to the unexpected turn of events. The man who had forcibly pulled Juliana, referred to as Hukianxe, had a towering presence. While not overly muscular, his frame exuded an intimidating aura, enhanced by a thick, well-groomed beard that concealed much of his facial expression.In a scene that unfolded like a dramatic twist in a movie, the man's rage surged forth, a torrent of anger directed at Juliana. His words echoed with a raw intensity that reverberated through the bar, drawing the attention of everyone present. "So this is the son of a bitch you left me for, Juli!? This damn asshole!" His growl resonated with a mixture of fury and betrayal, as he seized a handful of Juliana's hair, subjecting her to another jarring yank.The atmosphere in the bar was electric, a volatile combination of shock and voyeuristic fascinat
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Tyler's presence in Juliana's home grew more commanding, his tongue delving deeper into the intimate dance they shared. Their bodies pressed fervently against each other, their yearning palpable as they leaned against the wall, the sensation electric. The rhythm of their breaths quickened, becoming a symphony of desire.Tyler's hands explored the contours of Juliana's body with an urgency matched only by her own. Fingers traced pathways along her skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Juliana reciprocated, her touch assertive and unyielding, as if she sought to etch her presence onto his very being.A guttural exclamation escaped Juliana's lips, her voice a mingling of pleasure and longing that seemed to flow freely from her core. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, the pleasure coursing through her veins akin to a euphoric torrent. Tyler, fueled by the effects of alcohol, was equally consumed by a primal hunger, his desire magnified to a feverish pitch.In an intricate
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“Thank you,” Tyler murmured, his gaze locked onto the note Juliana had left behind, a solitary relic of her abrupt departure.The following day, he had carried the weight of his thoughts into his office, the note still cradled in his palm. It perplexed him—a puzzle piece from an enigma he couldn’t decipher. The note had become an uninvited tenant in his mind, clouding his thoughts and resisting his attempts to dismiss it. Its grip on his consciousness was unwavering, a persistent presence that defied explanation. The exhilaration of their recent encounter surged within him, a vivid memory that refused to fade.Pushing up from the swivel chair, Tyler rose to his feet, his movements imbued with a sense of restless anticipation. His hand sought the comforting touch of the mahogany brown table at the room’s center. Exhaling a sigh laden with mixed emotions, he folded the note with deliberate care, his fingers tracing the edges as if savoring every curve and crease. Another lingering gaze,
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Tyler’s heart raced as he made his way to meet Lady Guila, his pulse quickening with every beat as he navigated the bustling streets of Milan. Despite the slight tremor in his hands that gripped the steering wheel, he pressed on with determination, his focus unwavering as he weaved through the traffic.As he continued to drive, his mind began to drift, his thoughts wandering like wisps of smoke. Yet, his reverie was suddenly broken as a familiar face appeared before him, causing his grip on the steering wheel to tighten abruptly. He brought the car to an abrupt stop by the roadside, his eyebrows furrowing in recognition. There she was, Juliana, the woman he had met at the club. Tyler leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as if trying to confirm the reality of what he was seeing.With a swift motion, he opened the car door and stepped out onto the pavement. His steps were measured, purposeful, as he closed the distance between himself and Juliana. Clad in a pair of blue jeans and a brown
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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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“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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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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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
