Black Widower Thomas Randolph Novels & Stories

His sound is heavier than before. Randu nodded. “If I really want to live… I will survive. Otherwise… why am I holding on, if my life is this cruel.” she answered with her eyes looking towards the small savanna. Randu's answer made Burdak gasp… is it that hard to be his wife? Why does Randu seem to have suffered so much all this time. Isn't he enough to give it all? Then deep in his heart Burdak confessed... that he really wasted his wife.

For those who were unlucky, the Elders stepped into the way to extend their help and provide us with the missions. And as of the moment, I am chasing a fifty-six-year-old man who mercilessly put a bullet in a man's head two hours ago. His reason was that he found out that his wife has been having an affair with the man he slaughtered in cold blood. "Stay where you are!" exclaims Randolph while pointing the tip of his gun straight at my head. Based on my opinion, he believes that it would be easier for him to pull the trigger when he already did it once.

A slim, fair man of medium height with gentle brown eyes. “It doesn’t matter to me... That sort of thing isn’t really important,” Randall had soothed when she sobbed out her shame and despair after that dreadful afternoon when she had almost ended up sharing Christophe’s bed. “Of course, I forgive you, my dear.” Randall and his family had moved next door when she was ten and he was fourteen. He had been the odd one out in his large, extrovert family. Quiet and unambitious, his greatest interest was… wildlife photography.

Leaving Thomas free to return to his former life as a swinging bachelor. Within a few months of his wife's death, Thomas Reiner announced to the world he was remarrying, this time to a twenty-two-year-old model who was already pregnant with his child. The old man, Malcolm Reiner, refused to bless this marriage. He also had a suspicion that the baby did not belong to Thomas but there was nothing he could do about it. Soon Aiden Reiner had a stepmother and a half-brother.

He believed he was making their marriage work, that he was balancing their lives, when in reality, he was simply erasing her. Meanwhile, a world away from Dante’s obsessive planning, the true source of his rapid success continued to operate in silent, heartbroken secrecy. Bill Fodert, though just a butler but now an indispensable part of the Wayne’s estate, sat in the opulent study late one evening, a glass of fine whiskey untouched on his desk. He was on the phone, not to an old associate, but to an executive at a major civil engineering firm.

Only if Emily knew that it would be hard to bully Anita Fedrick. *** Thomas was sitting in the living room over a glass of juice and reading a newspaper when his wife stormed in, murmuring with her face squeezed. "You look upset." He noticed, lifting his eyes from what he was reading. "I am upset." She snapped. "You won't believe that actress moved in with Alexander, and she brought her son with her to leech on our grandson." Thomas continued reading his papers, not paying any attention to what his wife said since he noticed she had gone to Alexander Mansion.

She could not find the right words to say, but her boss just shook his head. "This is no time to be thinking of others! You have to come with me!" he exclaimed as he dragged her away. As Gary drove her to the nearest salon, the radio was on. "Jackson Stark, the famous model nicknamed the nation's sweetheart, is now facing a great controversy after images of him with a married woman started circulating. Mrs. Mavis Charter, the woman he had been spending time with, is rumored to have already parted ways with Grayson Briar, but it seemed like they are yet to divorce-"

he replied, a teasing tone lacing his words. "What's wrong with Uncle Antony being a widower?" Abigail asked, furrowing her brow as she looked at her uncle. "Even if he is a widower, he's handsome and a billionaire, right? A billionaire widower looking for love—wouldn't it be better to marry him than to be gossiped about as an old maid who keeps failing to marry?" Abigail laughed, causing Gladwin to furrow his brow, seemingly contemplating her words.

A deep, thunderous voice cut through the room, followed by the heavy thud of a cane striking marble. The chandelier trembled on its chain. Thomas Brown stood at the threshold, his hawk-like gaze pinning Cynthia to the spot. Mandy instantly shifted, eyes glistening with unshed tears as she rushed to his side. "Grandfather! This house... it's becoming unbearable..." "I'm not dead yet!" Thomas slammed his cane down again, the windows rattling in their frames. Cynthia straightened her spine, refusing to flinch under the old man's stare. Mandy clung to Thomas's arm, trembling delicately.