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The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 56
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
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 57
“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,
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 58
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
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 59
Tyler slowly pried his eyes open, his lashes curling upwards to reveal his surroundings. The action was met with a symphony of discomfort, followed by rather unwelcome and noisy groans from his aching body. Gently, he rolled his neck, a dull throb resonating from the spot where his forehead had taken a rather unpleasant meeting with something solid. As his dazed consciousness cleared, his eyes flickered open hesitantly, as if they had been closed for an eternity.The daylight seeped through the canopy above, casting dancing shadows on the forest floor. His gaze met the towering trees that surrounded him, a lush green tapestry that stretched into the distance, creating an endless sea of foliage. The air was thick with the scent of earth and moss, tinged with an undercurrent of something slightly sinister.Shock coursed through Tyler’s veins as his eyes absorbed his bewildering surroundings. A tangle of emotions gripped him, with fear being the prominent one. Like a vise closing in on h
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 60
Thankfully, fortune favored him. The woman's attention shifted away just as quickly as it had landed on him, her focus pulled back to her steamy encounter. It was a close call, but Tyler remained unobserved for now.With his prize in hand, Tyler stood up, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. But the sound of a sudden impact shattered the fragile calm. Tyler had inadvertently bumped into the parked car, a collision that drew the attention of the trio towards him.Caught off guard, Tyler found himself under the spotlight, a deer caught in the headlights of their collective shock. The once passionate scene ground to a halt, the atmosphere charged with confusion and aggression. Naked bodies now stood still, locked in a tableau that felt surreal and absurd.The man's voice cut through the silence, a mixture of incredulity and hostility coloring his words. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?” Tyler was faced with a confrontation he hadn't anticipated, his actions putting him
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 61
Tyler's gaze remained fixed on the written note nestled within the expanse of the sizable box. The contents within unfolded like a puzzle, revealing a handwritten note, an accompanying photograph, and even his own phone, all enveloped in the embrace of the dawn's first light. A mix of curiosity and intrigue furrowed Tyler's brow, casting an aura of utter fascination as he took in the scene before him. He couldn't help but crinkle his face in bemusement, his eyes dancing with a tinge of disbelief as his fingers gingerly wrapped around the familiar weight of his phone. It was a stark contrast to the bewildering encounter that had led to his phone's temporary separation. A sudden attack, the memory of which still lingered, had resulted in an almost comical collision of his phone with his attire. The sheer incongruity struck him as he pondered how his phone had managed to find its way into the box that had been ceremoniously presented to him prior to his departure from the office.Tyler'
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 62
The abruptness of Tyler's entrance and his seething anger seized everyone's attention, the atmosphere charged with the energy of his fury. He stood there, a tempest in human form, eyes ablaze with the same fiery intensity that had ignited when he first beheld the photograph of his tormented mother. The capillaries in his eyes seemed to burst with the force of his emotions, a visual testament to the storm that raged within him.Andrea, who had been delivering a presentation to the assembled investors, found his carefully crafted facade disrupted as Tyler's presence engulfed the room. The calm demeanor he had maintained was replaced by a subtle flicker of uncertainty, a chink in his armor that betrayed his inner turmoil."What's going on?" Andrea's voice emerged, feigning innocence or perhaps attempting to shield himself from the storm that had suddenly taken center stage. Tyler's response was a purposeful storming forward, his strides long and determined, each step an embodiment of the
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Lady Guila’s sense of composure was shattered by Tyler’s unexpected declaration. Her calm facade faltered momentarily, and her eyes darted towards Andrea, who appeared just as composed and enigmatic as Lady Guila herself. Tyler’s acting prowess was evident; he had mastered the art of deception.“What on earth are you talking about, or is this some figment of your imagination?” Lady Guila asked incredulously, her head shaking in disbelief.Undeterred, Tyler delved into a detailed account of the events, narrating everything to Lady Guila. Despite Andrea’s attempts to interject, Tyler held the floor, passionately detailing the mistreatment he had suffered at Andrea’s hands. He even presented Lady Guila with a note and a photograph, both portraying his kite in a state of brutal disarray. Tyler’s voice carried the weight of the anger and frustration he had been harboring.Amidst the charged atmosphere, Lady Guila’s gaze oscillated between Tyler’s animated expression and Andrea’s stoic deme
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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
