Black Widower Thomas Randolph Novels & Stories

Of course, a rich old man would own multiple houses in different locations. Miles knocked on the door and those nerves that I had tried so hard to calm on the drive over here returned with full force. My heart hammered heavily in my chest and I all but hid behind my husband as the doors slowly opened. “Well, well, well…look at what the cat dragged in?” a masculine voice said. “Well, I’ll be damned. You actually have a wife. Who would have thought? I thought Grandpa was full of shit again.” “Very funny,” Miles said in a bored tone. “This is Dove, my wife. Dove, sweetheart, this is my annoying older brother, Thomas.”

I kept my voice low while asking. “What about him?” She replied a devilish grin starting on her face. “Nothing, I don’t know, never mind it was a stupid question.” I tried to end the conversation. “No, you asked now ask what you want to. If you think that none of us can see something is going on between you two, you really are crazy. Randolph has never given ANY females a second glance. Alexander and I picked on him all the time growing up. Lex was the worst; he would always tell Randy he could come out of the closet. But Randy was never interested in dating anyone. We thought it had to do with our mom dying so young, I figured once he found his mate, it would change, but he still hasn’t fou

Randy's pov Everything felt surreal as I walked through the NRMC facility alongside Ms. Swan, my mind still trying to process what Daniel had just told me about becoming a billionaire through the medication I'd developed years ago without any expectation of financial reward. I, Randy White, orphan and penniless, was now a billionaire and a house owner, the thought kept cycling through my mind with a persistence that suggested my brain was trying to make the information feel real by repeating it, but the words still felt like they belonged to someone else's story rather than my own.

“Meaning?” “My God-fearing assistant, Randall, has spent so much time here and lusted after you so impurely that his wife has filed for divorce. You led him astray.” Randall. The one who paid top dollar for the nastiest lap dances every Saturday night, then attended church every Sunday to repent for his sins? Leaning yet closer to her office, she gave a pouty shake of her head, a moue of disagreement. “God gave these men free choice.”

The woman smiled and said, The man suddenly froze, he stared at the woman and said sadly, "Unfortunately, she passed away with our only child seven years ago" Thinking of his wife made him weak and sad. The woman was sad, so she said, "Sorry for the loss although it's late". "No problem. Anyway, I'm not alone. I have a beautiful daughter and a handsome grandson". He said coolly. The woman saw his expression and smiled happily. "I am Thomas Thompson. But you can call me Thomas". He winked after saying this. "I'm Mila Peterson, but call me Mila". She said, With that they smile warmly at each other.

“I envy his life. Marry knew me before Jacob." Aiden never understood the meaning of Thomas' hurt look and those bitter words until two weeks later Aiden found Thomas was covered in blood in his room with several gunshot wounds to the head. Thomas just killed himself. And in that very second Aiden immediately contacted Jacob for help because he was the only man Thomas knew in Korea. A few minutes later after Aiden panicked with his own predicament, he found a diary full of Thomas's handwriting. There the man told about his gloomy life and how his love was one sided. Marry, who knew him first, chose Jacob as the man who would accompany her old age. A depressed Thomas finally chooses to commit

“She’s Mr. Bradley’s wife, whom he personally sent into prison for five years?” “Mr. Thomas was so nice to her, yet she removed his oxygen mask back then. What a venomous woman she is…” “I wonder if Mr. Thomas regretted giving 1/3 of his shares to her in his last moment!?” “What do you expect from a homewrecker’s daughter? The Warners helped her, and she bit the hand that fed her. I really don’t know how she has the cheek to attend Mr. Thomas’ funeral!”

She was a good wife and despite how marriages normally worked in our families they actually loved each other. "I'm fine baby!" Randy shushed her, holding his two-year-old son on one side and his wife holding their newborn on the other. They looked fucking adorable and it annoyed me. "You almost died! I don't want to be left a widow Randy! Promise me." She said through sobs. "I won't sweetheart. Now please calm down." Vivian walked down with Amy watching the little family curiously. The second Randy saw her a smile lit up on his face. "V come meet my family. This woman here saved me. She stitched most our men up and even told off our Capo a few times. She's a savage." He said, giving her a hu

— It is the last wolf that joined the Pack, you have not yet met him because before leaving for the tournament I sent him on a mission to Abdulah. Abdulah was very distant from Shivia, but it was where they said there was an impressive sea of sand. — Is that Cibele his wife? The commander laughed. — Thomas loves women, that’s a fact. But he can’t live with one for so long that he takes her as his wife, in fact he gets a lot of trouble on the island. — Why does he make trouble? — I asked curious, but the commander laughed at my curiosity. — Our beloved Thomas is always accepting indecent proposals from respectable married women. — It revealed Derek amused sitting at the table with us, apparen

Thomas himself was built like a tank, with three sons who looked like they could bench-press small cars. “So you're Christian's new female.” Thomas looked me up and down. “Here to tell me I'm wrong about my territory?” “I'm here to listen to your case.” For the next hour, Thomas shouted. Literally shouted. About his grandfather's markers, his family's maintenance of the hunting trails, and his contributions to the pack. His wife, Linda, sat in the corner, wringing her hands, looking like she'd aged ten years from stress. Thomas's youngest son, Michael, kept glancing at his phone, his expression miserable.