Chapter 33: Tyler Wants Alda 

Just as Tyler hung up the call, his breathing became much heavier, pressing upon his chest, and the way he looked at the TV screen, as if he were staring at Avanna, was frightening.

“F*ck!” He yelled at the top of his voice, like an angry man who would not hesitate to break Avanna’s neck if he got hold of her.

"One minute, Alda is a motherfucking heiress, and the next minute, stupid Avanna is pregnant?"

“F*ck!” He exclaimed again, throwing his phone at the wall, and rose up to stand at the TV.

Reaching the TV, he angrily pulled the TV cable from the plug and pushed the TV from its stance to the ground.

“F*ck!” He yelled once more.

“What can I do? What can I do?” He muttered incessantly as he moved his eyes around and turned his face, as if in search of something.

It wasn’t long after this that Tyler heard a knock on his door. Foolishly, he thought it was his mother and shouted from inside to the outside.

“Don’t f**king make me call the police, ma! Leave! I don’t care where you