Tyrone sat there in silence as he continued to stare in disbelief at the woman he had referred to as mother all his life.
"You can't be serious." Was the only thing that came out of Tyrone's mouth.
"Of course, she is, for twenty three years, your parents continued to search for you, even when they went on to have other children a year after you were kidnapped, they still continued searching for you," Jason told him.
Tyrone listened in silence, allowing the new revelation to sink in.
"You mentioned something about them being late, what happened to them, how did they die?" Tyrone asked flatly.
Jason did the sign of the cross before he went on to answer, "May their souls rest in perfect peace. They were good people until their death." Jason paused for a moment as if to reflect on something before he added, "Your mother died of heart disease and your father couldn't take the news of her death."
"He knew that he was going to join her soon and willed all of his properties to your grandfather instead of your younger brother, Rollins, Hoping that one day you'll be found to inherit your father's properties."
"Wait, hold on a minute!" Tyrone said, putting up a finger, "You mean... Rollins Jefferson is my brother?" Tyrone asked, his eyes bulging in surprise.
"Yes, he is." Amanda was the one who answered.
"So if Rollins Jefferson is my biological brother, then that means that..."
"Zayn Jefferson is your real father." Jason completed the sentence for him.
Tyrone's jaw hung down in bewilderment as the realization dawned on him. "Zayn Jefferson is my father!" Tyrone repeated, his heart pounding vigorously against his chest as his whole body went numb.
"You mean the owner of the Zayn's multimillion dollar companies is my real father?" Tyrone asked, averting his gaze.
"Yes, Tyrone," Jason answered, watching Tyrone closely as if he were studying a specimen.
Tyrone turned to look at the woman who was standing in front of him, not knowing what to address her as. As he continued to stare at her, he didn't know whether to be angry or to be disappointed but what he had just discovered was the biggest shock he had received in his entire life, even bigger than finding out that Judy never loved him.
He opened his mouth to express his inexplicable feeling but he closed it back when no words were forthcoming.
"I'm so sorry, my son." Amanda struggled to get up from the floor.
"Don't you dare call me that?" Tyrone warned in a low and dangerous tone and Amanda fell silent instantly.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Tyrone decided to ask Jason "So, how did you discover that I was Tyrone Jefferson after 26 years, you wouldn't have been able to know what I looked like when the last time you guys saw me was when I was still a few months old."
"Well, it wasn't you who we recognized from the video, it was Amanda."
"What video and what are you talking about?" Tyrone asked with furrowed brows.
"Well uhm, you see, a few months back, your grandfather fell ill, seriously ill and he had to be transferred to the city, and due to his sickness, he couldn't continue looking for you, not until this morning when we found a video of you in a wedding and in at an award show making rounds on the internet."
"Wait, there are videos of me being disgraced on the internet?" Tyrone asked in disbelief, his cheeks flushing red in embarrassment.
"Yes, there are. So in the first video, we found Amanda trying to console you before we saw you. I know it was you the moment I saw you. You like exactly like your father, Tyrone." Jason said and let out a wide smile.
Tyrone's eyes fell to the floor, how did the videos of him make it to the internet so quickly?
"And when I knew that it was you, I started looking for means to get to you, until a kind nurse decided to look you up. I was skeptical about that because I thought that Amanda must have changed your first name but obviously, she was stupid enough not to." Jason said and shot her a hateful look.
"Your grandfather's illness miraculously alleviated when I told him that we had found you and he immediately instructed that we came home with you to continue your treatment."
Tyrone just swallowed and continued to stare. He looked up from Amanda and then back to Jason, before looking around the whole room.
"So this is who I really am, and you kept this from me, Mother."
"I'm sorry, Tyrone, I really needed a child..."
"And you decided to steal me from my own family not caring if I'd find out about it later on."
"I'm sorry," Amanda repeated, her wrinkles intensifying with the deep frown on her face.
"Once you're better, your grandfather would love to see you," Jason informed him.
"I'm better now," Tyrone said and immediately stood up from the bed.
"What the?" Amanda expressed her shock as she watched him stand upright.
"Can we go see him now?" Tyrone asked, unsure if he was ready to meet his biological family himself.
"Okay then, this way," Jason said and pointed in the direction of the exit door. "You stay here Amanda, and don't even try to escape."
Amanda suddenly broke down in tears, shaking her head.
Even after what she had done with Tyrone, he couldn't stand to watch her cry. He averted his gaze and walked out of the room briefly when his heart was starting to melt, he wasn't going to forgive her easily.
"Come this way, Tyrone. Your brother is so not going to like the fact that we've found you." Jason said.
Tyrone swallowed the bile in his throat as they stopped in front of what seemed to be his grandfather's room.

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Evil Plot
Vanessa observed the sun plunge underneath the skyline through her loft window. Its searing orange beams cast long shadows over her living room, coordinating the turmoil roiling in her mind. Tyrone had been hers—once. They had went through a long time together, building dreams and making plans for the longer term. But all of that changed when Judy entered the picture. Vanessa clenched her clench hands, her knuckles white against the scenery of her profound brown skin. Judy had stolen Tyrone. No—she had enticed him, attracted him away, demolished everything. It wasn’t reasonable. Vanessa paced back and forward in her little, faintly lit flat, her bare feet making delicate crashes against the wooden floor. The sharpness chewed at her. Months had passed since Tyrone and Judy had gotten hitched, and Vanessa’s life had spiralled ever since. Each time she saw them together, grinning, living the life she ought to have had, a new piece of her, smashed. She seems to feel herself falling more
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Judy had been pacing her flat for hours, the cadenced tap of her heels against the wooden floor as it were sound breaking the hush. She looked at her phone for the tenth time in as many minutes, her thumb drifting over Tyrone's title. It was continuously the same with him—pulling her in, pushing her away, as if to drag her back once more. But this time, Judy decided things would be different . She wasn’t going to let him just walk back into her life without a few kinds of confirmation. She knew precisely what she needed, and she knew she had use. Over town, Tyrone sat at his table, gazing at the city horizon through the wide windows of his office. His domain sprawled out underneath him, a kingdom built on canny deals and heartless aspiration. However, none of it appeared to matter when his thoughts floated to Judy. Their relationship was like a storm, all-consuming and outlandish to foresee. He had made his botches, more than he cared to tally, but he was prepared to make things righ
The Mirage of Betrayal
Tyrone stood outside the door, his hands trembling as he clenched and unclenched his clench hands. The late evening sun showered the neighbourhood in a brilliant tone, but Tyrone felt nothing but the weight of his inconveniences. He might feel the sweat on his chin, each ball of sweat reminding him of the storm brewing in his life. He took a deep breath, his heart beating in his chest, and thumped on the door. Some seconds passed before he listened to the rearranging of feet from the other side. His beat enlivened. Would she indeed open the door? The door squeaked open, and there she stood—Judy, his spouse, the love of his life. She looked at him with a blend of shock and guardedness, her eyes checking his face as if looking for answers he didn’t have. She was wearing a formal blue dress that he had continuously cherished, but presently it felt like a boundary between them, an update of the life they had shared and the one they had misplaced. “What do you need, Tyrone?” Judy inquir
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Vanessa had continuously been the kind of lady who got what she needed. She had the charm, the looks, and the mind to drag anybody into her circle. When she and Tyrone were together, they were the envy of everybody they knew. They were the “it” couple—the idealised coordinate, everybody said. But that was a long time back, before Tyrone met Alexis, before everything changed. Vanessa stood at the entrance of the swarmed bar, filtering the ocean of faces until she spotted him. Tyrone sat at a little table by the window, nursing a drink and gazing vacantly out into the night. He looked good—maybe more than he had the last time she saw him, she thought. His shoulders were broader, his fashion more refined, but his eyes still held that recognizable thoughtfulness. Vanessa took a deep breath and walked over, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. “Tyrone,” she said, her voice light, nearly perky, as she pulled the chair over from him and sat down without holding up for a welcome. T
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