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The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 81
Ethan’s voice trembled slightly, betraying his disbelief as he squinted at the figure before him. It was as if he needed to dissect the very essence of Tyler’s presence, fearing that this moment might dissolve like a wisp of smoke. In one hand, he held a slender stick of tobacco, a nervous habit he had developed during their years apart, now serving as a tenuous anchor to reality.“Tyler? Is that really you, or am I just lost in a haze of this potent blunt?” Ethan’s words were laden with a mix of incredulity and a desperate need for confirmation. He longed to hear the reassuring timbre of Tyler’s voice, to feel the warmth of his presence, to know that his dearest friend had truly returned.A sly grin curled at the corners of Tyler’s lips as he sauntered further into the room, his steps echoing with the weight of unspoken experiences and the scars of their shared past. “Asshole,” he quipped with playful familiarity, though the words carried a profound depth of emotion that transcended t
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 82
The kitchen came alive with the sizzling melody of ingredients meeting the hot pan as Tyler embarked on his morning mission to prepare pancakes for his beloved mother. Donning a charming kitchen apron, he gracefully maneuvered the spatula, his anticipation rising with each flip of the pancakes. Moments later, he stood triumphant, a plate of golden, fluffy pancakes accompanied by a refreshing smoothie in his hands.With utmost care, Tyler made his way upstairs to his mother’s room, his heart brimming with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Gently, he rapped his knuckles on the door, signaling his arrival before venturing inside. Eleven, his mother, lay serenely cocooned in the warmth of slumber.Tyler placed the tray bearing the delectable breakfast on a table beside his mother’s head. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, he couldn’t help but gaze at her peaceful countenance, a tidal wave of thoughts crashing through his mind.His emotions resembled a labyrinth, tangled and comp
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 83
The kitchen came alive with the sizzling melody of ingredients meeting the hot pan as Tyler embarked on his morning mission to prepare pancakes for his beloved mother. Donning a charming kitchen apron, he gracefully maneuvered the spatula, his anticipation rising with each flip of the pancakes. Moments later, he stood triumphant, a plate of golden, fluffy pancakes accompanied by a refreshing smoothie in his hands.With utmost care, Tyler made his way upstairs to his mother’s room, his heart brimming with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Gently, he rapped his knuckles on the door, signaling his arrival before venturing inside. Eleven, his mother, lay serenely cocooned in the warmth of slumber.Tyler placed the tray bearing the delectable breakfast on a table beside his mother’s head. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, he couldn’t help but gaze at her peaceful countenance, a tidal wave of thoughts crashing through his mind.His emotions resembled a labyrinth, tangled and comp
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 84
The kitchen came alive with the sizzling melody of ingredients meeting the hot pan as Tyler embarked on his morning mission to prepare pancakes for his beloved mother. Donning a charming kitchen apron, he gracefully maneuvered the spatula, his anticipation rising with each flip of the pancakes. Moments later, he stood triumphant, a plate of golden, fluffy pancakes accompanied by a refreshing smoothie in his hands.With utmost care, Tyler made his way upstairs to his mother’s room, his heart brimming with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Gently, he rapped his knuckles on the door, signaling his arrival before venturing inside. Eleven, his mother, lay serenely cocooned in the warmth of slumber.Tyler placed the tray bearing the delectable breakfast on a table beside his mother’s head. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, he couldn’t help but gaze at her peaceful countenance, a tidal wave of thoughts crashing through his mind.His emotions resembled a labyrinth, tangled and comp
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 85
The kitchen came alive with the sizzling melody of ingredients meeting the hot pan as Tyler embarked on his morning mission to prepare pancakes for his beloved mother. Donning a charming kitchen apron, he gracefully maneuvered the spatula, his anticipation rising with each flip of the pancakes. Moments later, he stood triumphant, a plate of golden, fluffy pancakes accompanied by a refreshing smoothie in his hands.With utmost care, Tyler made his way upstairs to his mother’s room, his heart brimming with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Gently, he rapped his knuckles on the door, signaling his arrival before venturing inside. Eleven, his mother, lay serenely cocooned in the warmth of slumber.Tyler placed the tray bearing the delectable breakfast on a table beside his mother’s head. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, he couldn’t help but gaze at her peaceful countenance, a tidal wave of thoughts crashing through his mind.His emotions resembled a labyrinth, tangled and comp
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 86
“What are you talking about, Andrea?” Lady Guila’s eyes bulged out of their sockets, and her breath caught as if she had just heard the most shocking and unbelievable news of her entire life. She stared at Andrea, who was seated next to her on the lavish expanse of her bed, the sumptuous fabric of the silk sheets crinkling beneath them.“You heard me correctly, Mother,” Andrea replied, his voice steady despite the gravity of his words. His eyes shone with a strange mixture of sadness and indignation, and his countenance reflected the weight of the revelation.Lady Guila couldn’t help but part her lips in astonishment, her finely manicured fingers trembling slightly as they clutched at the embroidered edge of her satin robe.“No, I find it incredibly hard to believe. Tyker, my trusted confidant, disappeared without a word, and now you’re telling me he embezzled over ten million dollars from the company?” Lady Guila’s voice quivered with a mix of disbelief and disappointment, and she sh
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 87
As Tyler sat there on the balcony, the setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and purple, casting a warm glow over the scene. His mind was consumed by a mixture of emotions, for he was acutely aware of the unresolved tension between him and his mother, Elena. Their relationship had hit a rocky patch, and the lingering anger in her eyes was a constant reminder of his past mistakes. All Tyler yearned for was to mend the frayed bonds that had once been the cornerstone of their connection. He longed to create new memories, to share those special moments with her again, just like the times when they used to watch the rain together. But despite his best intentions, the chasm between them seemed insurmountable.Meanwhile, Lady Guila was on the other end of the emotional spectrum, desperately attempting to reach out to Tyler. Her calls, like silent echoes in the night, went unanswered. Tyler’s hesitation stemmed not from indifference but from a profound inner conflict. He couldn’t ig
The Art Of The UnderDog Chapter 88
As Tyler sat there on the balcony, the setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and purple, casting a warm glow over the scene. His mind was consumed by a mixture of emotions, for he was acutely aware of the unresolved tension between him and his mother, Elena. Their relationship had hit a rocky patch, and the lingering anger in her eyes was a constant reminder of his past mistakes. All Tyler yearned for was to mend the frayed bonds that had once been the cornerstone of their connection. He longed to create new memories, to share those special moments with her again, just like the times when they used to watch the rain together. But despite his best intentions, the chasm between them seemed insurmountable.Meanwhile, Lady Guila was on the other end of the emotional spectrum, desperately attempting to reach out to Tyler. Her calls, like silent echoes in the night, went unanswered. Tyler’s hesitation stemmed not from indifference but from a profound inner conflict. He couldn’t ig
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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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Chapter 153
“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
