Black Widower Thomas Randolph Novels & Stories

She said as he handed over Victoria’s picture to him. “It seems like lately Ian has taken some interest in this woman. Her name is Victoria Howler. She is the widow of Wilfred Howler. Initially I thought their relationship is strictly business but rumors and pictures have been circulating lately that indicate otherwise.” She explained. Cedric raised his brow, still not getting his sister’s plan. “Okay, so what are you thinking of?” He asked.

" Surely you didn't think we allowed Thomas to meet you without us watching right? You might get to sentence Mr Mayday but then you would also be sentenced for killing Thomas" " And how can you prove I killed him? " " Because we saw it with our eyes" " We? " " Oh yes, I and his wife" " Didn't you kidnap his wife and child? " Just then a beautiful looking woman came in and said," well you see, my husband was a very stingy man. He never cared for my needs or that of my son. I still loved him though " the woman kept saying, walking around wiggling her hips and twirling her hair, " You see I was still bearing because he gave me money from time to time. And sometimes I was able to steal his card"

“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

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

"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!"

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.

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.

It was great. Randy didn't have too many creature comforts or personal items. He had a couch along the side wall for hosting people. He have a flat-screen TV, only used for keeping the news or the weather on. The only other real prominent personal items were the pictures on his desk of his wife, vicky. Randy's eyes fell to one of the pictures, looking at his wife's smiling face. It was as if she was looking at him, giving him strength after a long and busy day.