Black Widower Thomas Randolph Novels & Stories

“I never remarried. I’m actually still single.” And for a moment, her gaze lingered on me. For fuck’s sake. If she thought I would ever fall for her games again, she was even more deluded than I remembered. Just when I thought the night could not get any worse, Randolph strolled toward us with his wife, Lisa, her arm tucked in his. Perfect. I clenched my jaw as they approached, standing stiffly beside Clairessa and Adrian, with Angelique still playing the part of some gentle, reformed saint beside us.

I am done with married women. The End

“Jane, your daughter was killed the moment she was born. Thanks for raising my daughter all these years. “But my baby won’t be needing you anymore.” My mind went blank. All I could hear was Mandy’s voice, filled with cruel satisfaction. “Don’t worry. Once you’re gone, your sickly old mom will follow you soon enough. “As for us, we’ll make sure to enjoy that insurance money of yours properly.” Darkness surged like a tidal wave. At the edge of being swallowed, Thomas’s voice came again, and this time, he didn’t even bother hiding his contempt. “Jane, at a time like this, shouldn’t you be thanking me? After all, when you’re reduced to ashes, you’ll have to beg me to graciously collect what’s le

Thomas shrugged, "who cares about that. I am your husband, I was your husband before you defied me. I've forgiven you, and you should too. You should forgive me. All I want is to start afresh with my daughter." She tried for a yawn."Have you always been this boring? Repeating the same thing over and over without making any sense at all?" He blinked, taken aback by her comeback. "I have better things to do at the moment. As I use to say, being the only busy one among us." Thomas chuckled. "Oh, don't be so sure about that." About what? Being busy?? What more was he planning that she didn't know of? A figure. Who? Someone walked towards them. Laura froze, a bit startled to have found this perso

That pulled his eyes to hers. A flicker of something almost amused moved through them, gone before it became real. Then he looked back at the portrait. “My mother signed the revised Widow’s Fund bylaws after Adelaide disappeared.” Violet’s stomach tightened. “Why?” “Because my father put them in front of her.” “That is not a why.” “No,” Theodore said. “It is the only why anyone in this family was usually given.” Violet crouched beside the portrait. The marble floor was cold beneath her knees. Up close, she saw a fine seam along the back of the frame, hidden beneath old brown paper. It had split open when the portrait fell.

"You've got some skill, don't you? It's commendable, considering your decisive and bloody past. But what intrigues me is why you chose to disband your own forces. Abroad, you thrived in those gray areas without succumbing to anything. Your methods and capabilities were exceptional, untouched by either darkness or light. You could live freely, accumulating wealth effortlessly. Why, as a smart individual, would you opt for the unsightly situation you are in, trapped here by me with no power to resist? Why choose a life of constant restriction like the one you're leading?" "For my wife and child." "Hmm?" "For the sake of my wife and child." After maintaining his icy demeanor, Randall finally gr

He dragged a finger across his throat. "Are you serious?" I scoffed bitterly. "Deadly." Thomas's eyes darted nervously to the door. "There are rumors about what happens to people who cross him. People disappear, Ms. Kingwicke." I bit my lower lip, thinking. "What about Sandra? What's her surname again?" "Sandra Salton? She's resourceful, but—" "Send her up. Now." Thomas hesitated. "She's close with your sister." "I'm aware. Send her anyway."

"It is said that he was rescued from the sea by Susie Thatcher and they immediately returned to Janfield. The two of them fell in love and later had a daughter." Zoey nodded knowingly and said, "And what about Randall's family?" Russell said, "I'm not sure, maybe the Thatcher family settled in. Why, are you so interested in Randall?" He kissed her earlobe and mischievously blew hot air on her ear side, "Shouldn't your attention be on the hot spring?" He tilted the woman's chin, his thin lips grinding against her lips, "Think about what position to use tonight." Zoey mumbled, "Someone!"

Sneering in response, Thomas snapped, “As if I could sink any lower after what you did to me and my family! Have you forgotten how well my family treated you back then…?! And how many times Fiona has saved you…?! Yet in the end, you still sent us off to some far-off country just for the sake of that bastard of a woman…!” “My wife died there from her overwhelming depression, you know?! What’s more, even though Fiona did everything that she could to apologize, you never gave her a bloody chance! And now I don’t even know if she’s still alive anymore because you fucking kidnapped her! Tell me where she is now, you inhumane bastard!” Since all this was being broadcast live, there were already mi