After I Died A Tycoon Went Crazy Novels & Stories

Tyler is lying on the floor, lifeless. Pete hesitated. I ran to him and found out he was breathing. "You are not going to stand there and watch him die," I said to Pete, and he smirked. "What is the essence of his life?" He asked an unreasonable, stupid question that pissed me off. I couldn't focus on him, so I started to scream, "Help!"Help!!!! Help!!!! Tyler is dying." His men ran inside and jacked him off the floor. One started calling the pack doctor as the other carried him to the room. I stood before Pete, looked at him from head to toe, and left.

Once he returned, his first destination was the company, to search for Winifred and give her an explanation of his whereabouts last night. Winifred feigned anger and scolded Tyr for a bit, but said nothing more. Anxiety was inevitable. After all, her biggest love rival had appeared, and Tyr had even gone to that woman’s home. But Winifred was a reasonable woman. Just as Tyr believed in her, she believed in him too. In the evening, both of them returned home in the same car. Just after dinner, Tyr’s phone rang madly as if with urgency. The first call was from Drake Tucker, who sounded evidently unnerved on the other end, “Brother Tyr, the Southriver King, Carson Yorke, died today. Rumors are

My next test would most definitely have to be finding myself a standard place of shelter which was going to be a lot tougher but somehow I knew I would pass it because the ghetto so far seemed to have been working in my favor. Then, I stopped, unaware of where I was as the only thing I was focused on was the loud thumping of my heart beneath my chest and the newspaper in my hand. I opened it to read it's content and praise the heavens!, I'd happened to pick up the right page of the newspaper: POPULAR BUSINESS TYCOON AND LORD DIES IN A FIERCE FIRE ACCIDENT AT THE AGE OF FIFTY-FIVE. A worker for the business lord who pleaded to stay anonymous claimed that the deceased was a tyrant and a first

"Tyler, we're in the city area. Why are you driving so fast? Are you trying to die?" Tyler seemed calm, but his heaving chest and tight grip around the steering wheel betrayed him. "Let's die together, then." She froze. "Are you mad, Tyler?" "You don't want me anymore, so we might as well just die together." Vicky could not believe what she was hearing and raised her voice. "Tyler Hart!"

I whispered as Mateo looked up from talking with Hayden. We all stopped talking over each other when my phone rang. I saw it was Arax. "You are on the speaker." Arax took in a shuddering breath. "It is- Ty-Tyrell. He is dead." ----

He doesn't deserve to be. I've known him as an influential man who rules the business world, this man who claims to be my Father is no puppet, he is known to be ruthless, a brutal and dangerous business tycoon. This man has everything I need to prove my innocence and claim back Darren's love, and most importantly my revenge on the Taylors. I might not like him so much right now but I need him, I need this strange family I just found myself in.

Tyler just took me as a coward but that was the biggest mistake of his life. "Jak-Jake? You're alive? Your school and hostel told me that you died in your sleep and they've took care of your body because you were dead for quite a long time. I thought-" "I died a sad death? Yeah Tyler I escaped from their and made it look like I died. You actually beated me so much that I had to get a surgery to change my whole face and here I am. Planning your death since the day you left me at that airport with a smirk on your face after killing my mother,"

His hand fell back down, and he took one last gasp, then he went still. Sorry? “Sorry for what?” My voice was barely above a whisper as I stared at his calm, emotionless face. He was dead. I wouldn't be receiving any answer. Zane was my only hope out of the life I was in. Now, what was I supposed to do?

Vito and I had been giving each other the silent treatment for three days, and he never once reached out. With the Family’s enemies hunting me, I hid under a bridge and called him. “Vito, the Colombos are after me. Can you come save me?” Vito said coldly, “Antonia, are you playing the victim again? “I’m in the middle of a Family meeting. Don’t bother me!” The footsteps outside the bridge came closer. I said quietly, “I’m not lying.” He scoffed. “Fine. Wait for me, then.” I curled up under the bridge. The Colombos’ men shot me in the chest. Right up until my breathing stopped, Vito never came...

DANI Damien flies down the stairs and switches on the TV swiftly. LUCA GIOVANNI FOUND DEAD IN HIS MILLION-DOLLAR HOME AFTER HIS HOUSE WAS BLOWN UP. Damien stands still like a statue, staring at the screen. His face is blank. I can't tell what's going on in that brain of his. He switches onto another channel. And then another channel. And then another channel. All the channels are reporting the death of the wealthy tycoon. People thought he was a successful businessman when he was actually a drug lord.