Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 180

Tyrone hung up the phone, his face a study in calmness.

During the call, he thought he'd smash his cell to bits and burst into flames of rage once he was done. Alexander's sudden call had thrown a wrench into all his meticulous plans.

Yet now, nothing happened.

A fire was raging in his chest, but Tyrone was eerily composed.

The woman Alexander was in love with was Quintessa. They had met back in Serenitia.

Tyrone had lied to his best friend. He said he didn't know Quintessa.

He was aware it wasn't right.

But why should he tell Alexander about it?

To let him swoop in and steal Quintessa away?

Ridiculous! Such stupidity was not in his playbook.

Tyrone was indeed arrogant, domineering, and unscrupulous. The ruffian he became around Quintessa was reserved only for her.

But with others, even friends, he played his cards close to the vest, never missing a trick.

He had to clench what he wanted in his fist, and no one else even had a chance.

In some ways, he and Quintessa were alike—what's mine is mine, and don't you dare challenge that.

His rule of thumb was clear: I know it's wrong to deceive you, but I won't feel a speck of guilt because when it comes to love, to yield is to surrender.