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I nodded and he slowly zip up my dress when the door barged open. An angry looking Tyson stood at the entrance and Tyler sighed. "How dare you Vieva, you flaunt my orders again?" "She was hurt! Her skin would have-" "I wasn't asking you Tyler!" He slammed at him and walked closer to me yanking my hair hard. "Seducing my dad wasn't enough right? Now it's Tyler you're luring with your baseless excuses. How shameless are you?" "What are you talking about?" "Why did you now act so sober when you were stripped naked? Isn't this worse than being naked outside, exposing your slutty self at every nook and cranny you meet?"

"What the hell is going on here?" Valerie asked her friend, Tyler wood who is also the CEO of the company she is working for. Tyler, sitting on the sofa, had his head buried in his hands, saw Valerie standing at his office door with a MacBook in her hand and sighed heavily. "I repeat what the hell is going on here Ty?” asked Valerie with raised tone, walking into the office while closing the door. "Well! As you can see, I threw my stuff on the floor." replied Tyler with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"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.

It hummed to life, spitting out page after page of evidence. I stood there, watching black words fill white paper. Maybe it was a blessing Mom never had to meet him. Just as the printer finished the last page, a new email popped up. Same anonymous account. No message this time. Just a video attachment titled [Graduation Ceremony.] Recorded four years ago. June. It showed the backstage hallway at Tyler's grad school commencement. Tyler wore his cap and gown. Vivian stood in front of him in a sharp skirt suit. In an empty corner, they pulled each other close.

Tyr explained. “Huh?” Martin was mildly confused. Tyr continued, “That Swampville City’s Master Tyler was once involved in underground boxing. Once, he was betrayed by his manager, and had his legs broken to become a cripple. He ended up being a beggar on the streets. “On the day Max Cheever and I went to find you and Vanessa, we found this Master Tyler as well. His real name is Tyler Lancaster, and he was supposedly a cripple. But after that, I helped him set his bones, so he could stand up again.

The traffic lights had turned green at that point. Tyler hit the accelerator, and the car sped off. That should be the end of the matter. He did not want to get involved with Zara ever again. Tyler switched off his phone. His sports car made it home in record time. The clock struck twelve. Tyler stepped into the villa and found Kelsey lying on the couch. She planned to watch some TV shows while waiting for Tyler to get home. By the end of the program, Tyler was still not home. She fell asleep on the couch.

I didn't hesitate. I shoved the door open. Tyler practically jumped off the bed, scrambling like I'd caught him mid-crime. His blanket was suspiciously high, face flushed red, pupils blown wide. He blinked at me like I was a hallucination. "I—I was just watching a video," he blurted out. Oh. A video. Right. I raised a brow and looked around the room slowly, theatrically, like I was scanning for any evidence of that alleged video. "Uh-huh," I said flatly. "Must've been a very... compelling plot."

“That’s funny you think that. Bella would never tell anything on you. Pretty she would go to her grave defending you.” “Honey” she pays my hands. “We don’t mean to laugh but Bella loves you. It was your little friend Tyler that followed you around that told us everything. Even when we didn’t ask he just had a big mouth son.” If my jaw could hit the floor I’m sure it be setting down on the patio concrete right now. “Are you kidding me?!” I jump up rubbing my hands through my hair as I process what I just learned. “Shit shit shit. I have royally screwed up.”

"I definitely need to talk to Claire first thing tomorrow. She needs to know Hunter is telling the truth. It would disappoint me if they can't be together now, after all the difficulties they faced till now." ~~~ Murphy's Villa in Bloomcrest, "Try this gravy, Tyler. You'll love it. I tried something new." Tia said while serving some thick and delicious-looking gravy on his plate. "Thank you." Tyler didn't smile at his mom. He didn't even look at her. The dining table was only occupied by him as it was after midnight. Everyone else had their food and retired to their rooms. But Tyler had been busy with the project he was going to submit to Prince Rasheed so he came home late.

A bitter, staggering smile crawled on his face as his eyes swept through me. My unbuttoned shirt. My exposed nipples. My opened thighs. The hickey on my neck. He saw them. He saw everything. Landon couldn't care less. He dragged himself up from the chair and began to button his shirt. “Don't just show up and ruin my moments, Tyler. Have some respect for your stepmother,”. Stepmother?! Was Tyler….? Tyler stood there, blinking back his tears. I could tell there was a bomb blast going on in his mind, he just had a calm exterior but within would be a raging storm.