Novel & Cerita Tyler Tvd

Vivian stood up, her eyes already filled with tears. “Tyler, please forgive us.” “Forgive you?” Tyler snapped. I flinched slightly at the sharpness in his voice, but I didn’t look away. “You deceived me. You deceived my family. You almost destroyed my marriage.” Vivian shook her head desperately. “Tyler, you know I love you. I’ve always loved you.” “That’s not love,” Tyler yelled. “That’s obsession. That’s madness.” Tears streamed down her face. “But…” Tyler ran a hand through his hair, pacing.

He began to move faster and harder every thrust deeper. I moaned his name as he thrust in and out, I could feel the pressure building and I knew I was about to cum, my muscles tightening his cock as I milked him. After a few thrusts I hear him grunt as he released himself into the condom, he pulled out and went to dispose condom. That was all I remembered, I looked at his face again and gathered my things and left. Hopefully we don't see each other again As I switched on my phone the news headline caught my eye "THE TYCOON MR IVAN MONTERO AND HIS MANAGER MISS ADELIA CINZIA SEX CONTACT LEAKED"

"Good day, sir. I looked into the person you sent me. I hate to say that I still don't know his whereabouts. But I was able to get my hands on some CCTV footage which he appeared in. One was from him entering a strip club and the other was taken via a surveillance camera close to the house of Alpha Seven. I could get into trouble because of this, but since you are a good customer of mine, I have merged both videos into one and sent it sent you. I'll continue looking. Please, give me some more time." "What! Tyler went to my house? For what?" My index finger trembled as I pressed play on the video I had just downloaded. "Please, let it not be what I am thinking!" I mumbled as the video began p

I could even see his jaw clench tighter, making my stomach sick as I knew what was going to happen when I got home. "Kota, wait!" Tyler called again as he finally made it out of the house. Jason finally gave up with a huff and dropped his hand from my arm down to my hand really quick, then turned to Ty with a fake, happy grin on his face. He gave off the impression that he just realized Tyler was there, and it seemed that Tyler bought it, and I gave him a small smile when he reached us. "So you're just leaving, not even going to say goodbye?" Tyler's voice held confusion, his green eye's swirling with hurt. "I mean, we haven't seen each other in 4 years," he said with a sad smile on his face

“The truth is, you do not know him at all. You do not know a single thing about what I have actually been through these past few weeks with that club.” Tyler stepped even closer to my frame, his face twisting into a mask of pure arrogance and absolute superiority as he looked down his nose at me. “I know more than enough to see the truth, Tessa. The man is a common criminal thug on a loud motorcycle who probably spends his days selling illegal drugs on the highway and beating up innocent people for fun. And you are actually choosing that dark violence over a normal, peaceful life with regular people? Over someone like me who actually has a career and a future? You are throwing your entire ex

“People were staring, okay? Whispering. You think I’m going to let those judgmental witches bully my baby because of your little fraud scandal?” I narrowed my eyes. “What happened?” Her eyes glittered. “I went to pick him up a day and this... PTA demon had the nerve to ask if he needed therapy because of ‘the media noise.’ Therapy, Caleb! Like my baby is broken because his father made a business move!” “It was money laundering, Cheryse.” I gritted. I haven't forgotten how Delilah exposed me. Thorne must have helped her. And now… They're married. Shit.

I huff, watching as he looms closer; I take a step back, keeping distance between us, and snarl, “Get the fuck out of here; you do not get to decide what I do with my life.” Tylers chuckles as he sprawls on the couch and snorts, “Nope, I am not going anywhere.” He lowers his voice as he sneers, “And I don't give a fuck who it is, Lisha; if anyone tries to end your life, I will kill them.”

Too, too broken to speak. *Tyler Morrison raped me. Twenty years ago. I was nineteen. He was twenty-one. We dated for three months. And then, then he attacked me. I reported it. The police investigated. And then, then his family paid me. Two hundred thousand dollars. To drop the charges. To sign an NDA. To, to disappear.*

Sydney Well, good news, Tyler and Dean hadn’t been expelled. Bad news, they were being paraded into the gym like criminals on a Monday morning. Well, at least that was what it was supposed to look like. “Oh my god, is that a plaster on his forehead? Hot.” “I watched those fight videos more times than I blink. Tyler is so fucking strong.” “Gosh, looks like he rested up well. I wonder what else those arms can do.” “Violent and attractive is actually insane.”

"As per Mr. Tyrell's wishes, I will now play a video message he left for all of you." The room fell into a tense silence as he inserted the flash drive into the iPad and connected it to the large screen mounted on the wall. With a few taps, the video began to play. The screen flickered to life, revealing a smiling Chaz Tyrell. He looked slightly older than in the photos I had seen, but his eyes still held that same warmth and strength. "Hello, family," he began, his voice rich and resonant.