Story Of T Roy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That's when he finally contacted Meera and promised that he'll return soon. "Troy?!" George said and the other two were shaken. "You're finally here..." He said and smiled in relief. They did know that he was coming back through Mr. K's letters. It was said that Troy died when he going for the training, due to a bomb blast and now all of a sudden he was standing in front of them, 6 years after that incident happened.

Troy pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and sat down, resting his arms on the table as Russo took out another cup from the cabinet. “Drake told me what happened,” Troy said. “Fucking asshole has a big mouth,” Russo said and Troy smiled at him. “Tell her the truth of what really happened. You’re not to blame for another man defying orders and getting himself killed,” Troy said gently. “He was her brother, she’s not going to want to hear the truth. Richmond made sure of that,” Russo said as he finished making the coffee and sat down across from Troy.

What am I doing here? Questions flooded my mind with no answers. Where is Felix? Where’s Barbra? Where is the rest of the Wade family? “Mia? Hey… what’s going on?” Troy asked gently, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. “You seem confused. Is something wrong?” I looked at him, still stunned. The last time I saw Troy was in 2012. But this is 2020. How is he even here? Back then, he left for the United States to study Business Administration. His father had insisted he take over the LeVert Empire one day.

Before dying, Troy had transferred all his company shares to me. I became a wealthy businesswoman worth hundreds of millions, with the freedom I'd always wanted. But I wasn't as happy as I'd imagined. Troy began appearing frequently in my dreams. One midnight, I woke to find my pillow wet with tears. I finally understood that my life would never be complete. [The End]

"I never knew her name, not until Romero said it. I thought he had been my paternal grandfather, but he was her father." "And your dad? Who was he?" Troy bit his lower lip. "His name was Behar. I didn't actually know his name until he dropped me off at Damian's court when I was four or five. Four, I believe. My last memory of him was… I—" He exhaled, shaking his head, the memory obviously troubling him. "I followed him back to the beach. I was crying for him. He kept pushing me away. He ran from me, and I couldn't keep up with him. I never saw him again, and I couldn't find my way back to Damian's palace on Avondale. I just… wandered. I don't have many memories until I eventually joined Keat

He scrolled for thirty seconds and then looked up with an expression that told me everything I needed to know before he said a single word. "Lucas," he said. "Troy did not just fund the rogue operation." He turned the screen toward me. "He founded it. Twenty years ago. He built it from scratch." He paused. "And the first thing he ever used it for was the fire at Ashveil."

If Troy is trying to win me over, why would he tell me about another guy that would be a good match for me potentially? Troy’s eyebrows and shoulders lift a fraction of an inch. “Because I want you to have the opportunity to be happy, even if being happy means not being with me. I do want to warn you that Hunter is a bit of an animal, though. There have been a lot of issues with him over the years.” I can tell he's speaking from experience, and I nod my head grateful for his revelations and honesty. “Thank you for telling me that you didn't have to.”

Troy had posted more stories — him and his friends around a bonfire, laughing, Dave sitting close beside him. My thumb hovered over the screen I wanted to comment, to remind him but I held back let him think he’s winning. Let him enjoy his little rebellion the higher he flew, the harder he’d fall when he realized no one else could give him what I did,because that’s the truth I knew deep down, no matter how many smiles Dave gave him, no matter how many trips or new friends, Troy would always crave me. The way I touched him the way I broke him and put him back together the way only I could make him feel completely alive.

he pointed at my hair. “It's silver,” I corrected. “Regardless, we can always lie about your origin so it doesn't matter,” he shrugged. “It's your choice to trust me or not but I'm simply trying to help,” he said seriously. “Fine but if I think you're going to kill me or get me killed, I won't hesitate to unalive you,” I warned. “Yes, ma'am. I'm aware of your violent tendencies,” he raised his hands in surrender. “I'm Troy by the way,” he introduced himself.