Novel & Cerita Black Widower Thomas Randolph

Ryan Growled. “Sir, the person …he came to see the person…She broke her leg and has hurt her head! I came to tell you Sir…B-but…S-Sir…you w-were busy…S-she ….S-he…” Thomas stuttered as if he was a wanted criminal facing the gallows! “She?..what happened to your tongue Thomas?? ” Ryan roared. “She is your wife Sir.” Thomas spat out quickly and almost ran out of there. “What! My wife!” Ryan’s face turned a deeper shade of black and he hurried upstairs yelling “Olivia Bradley!!”

“If I had a husband like Creighton Ashford, I’d be more than willing to give him all the babies he wanted.” “I never said I wasn’t willing,” Sandra told her with a frown. “Don’t mind Destiny,” Amanda said, wrapping her arm in Sandra’s when the redhead turned her attention away from the two. “Scott is an overweight, bald pig who spends as much time as he can playing poker. She wouldn’t know what to do with a real man like your husband.”

" I love you too." A car length ahead in a silver Mercedes, Randal was glaring at the road as if it had wronged him personally. The car was silent save for Chopin playing through the speakers. Ah yes, Chopin..the melody to suit his anger. "Randy..." Liz crossed her arms, looking at her husband. "Randy ..you can't blame him; William is his brother, his only brother! I know you don't think this is right, but ..."

"Are you sure you can resist temptation? Especially when you're sharing a bed and sleeping side by side?" For God's sake, he was genuinely concerned about the fate that the narrow-eyed man in front of him would face. But, on the other hand, Darwin felt somewhat pleased to see his 'cursed' cousin suffering like this. At least, Randy could experience the kind of suffering he had once endured. "Just imagine, Randy, who is usually the center of attention for women, with many offering themselves for free to sleep with him. Now, after getting married, he's told to fast by his own wife. Quite pitiful."

His left hand held a square-shaped leather bag that Olivia presumed to be quite expensive. The man greeted everyone and approached, kissing the back of Granny Claire's and Mr. Antony's hands in turn before extending his hand to shake Olivia's. "Olivia, let me introduce you to Keir Thomas. He is our lawyer. You must have met his parents," Granny Claire said, furrowing Olivia's brow. "Keir is the son of Tessa and Duncan Thomas," Granny Claire added, conjuring images of the husband and wife who were close friends with Mrs. Adaline and Mr. Altezza Quirino.

Thomas looked very white and his eyes were frantic and deranged. Thomas drew in a deep breath, exhaled, and then began to speak. “I went to Sarah’s house last night. I wanted to end things with her. Of course, I would still look after our child but I told her that I didn’t want to marry her. She didn’t say anything. I thought that she had taken the news rather well and then I passed out on the couch in her living room. I had meant to go home but I was drunk, you know. And, honestly, I’m glad that I passed out when I did because when I woke up, twelve hours had gone by and it was late afternoon. I couldn’t see Sarah anywhere so I went upstairs to her bedroom.

“I am not waiting for you to find a mate. I have been patient with you for far too long, Gunner. That patience ends tonight.” Gunner stiffened. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” Randolph continued, his voice hard like stone, “you will correct your behavior, and you will marry the mate I choose for you.” Gunner took a step forward, his eyes flashing with shock. “You can’t do that. A mate isn’t something you arrange like a trade agreement. It doesn’t work that way.” Randolph’s eyes narrowed. “It works exactly the way I say it does.” “You shouldn’t be finding a mate for me,” Gunner argued, his tone rising despite himself. “This is my life. It's unacceptable.”

Three months ago, my husband, Second Lieutenant Daniel Hawthorne, and his older brother, Thomas, were deployed to the front. A month later, only Daniel came back. Thomas was dead. In a time like this—when cities burned overnight and lives disappeared without warning—a widow had no ground to stand on. Eleanor, Thomas’s wife, unraveled quickly. She cried until her voice broke, starved herself, wandered at night as if hoping the war might take her too. She tried to end her life.

She sobbed uncontrollably, holding me tight and swearing through her tears, "Adam, wait for me. I will come back after I finish my studies and marry you. I'll give you a home. If I let you down, may I die without a whole body." By the time I finished my story, Thomas was already crying so hard he could barely breathe. "You've suffered too much… far too much," he said. "But then, why didn't you get married? Did something happen to her in Abrerica?" I shook my head calmly. "She fell in love with another man." His sobbing stopped abruptly. Thomas wiped his eyes and clenched his fist in fury. "Then she might as well have died in Abrerica!" I sometimes think heaven is simply unfair. Every time I

"No no no! I.. I'll talk to her. I think I can persuade her to change her mind!" "You think? Are you trying to waste our time even more then you already have?" A woman spoke up crossing over from the fireplace mantle, draping her arm over her husbands chair resting her hand on his shoulder. Her gaze was even more cold then her husbands. She was the true threat of the group, Winifred Thomas. Despite the husband being the one to wield the power, half their family's success had been dependent on her. Whether simple business transactions, who to bribe, who to bury. In her husband's mind her voice was close enough to hearing god speak.