Dr Richard Kimble True Story Novels & Stories

The man continued, "She resisted fiercely at first, but she thought we'd really cripple your legs. She sacrificed herself to save you. Afterward, Lotta paid us only 100 grand. We gambled it away fast and had no choice but to help her again." Richard's ears buzzed with shock. Kimberly wasn't promiscuous. She'd done everything to protect him. The revelation struck like an invisible hammer to his chest, leaving him breathless in pain. He released his grip, and as he turned to leave, he ordered the bodyguards, "Beat him to a pulp." Screams then echoed relentlessly from the room. Richard had his assistant check Kimberly's flight records, confirming she'd flown to Ashaihill the previous day. He sh

Andrew bowed. All this while, Henry was busy trying to investigate who drugged Kimberly that night, he found out that one of the hotel staff was a pervert and blackmailed rich women for their money. Unfortunately, he made Kimberly one of his victims and she was unable to handle it. Henry wished and hoped for Kim to open up to him and tell him everything concerning the issue. Yet, she didn't!. He realized that Kimberly didn't trust him enough to tell him.

“Of course he will, dear. We all know Kimberly’s nature. No one believes her. So relax, rest for some time, and I’m sure everything will be fine.” I wanted to know so many things, but from Dominic. Did he believe Kimberly? What proof could she have against me? How did Kimberly know my true identity? I was a billionaire’s daughter hunted by criminals. That didn’t make me incapable of being Diego’s mom! I wasn’t a criminal hiding my identity for some personal gain.

Even if that meant getting involved in one of the most dangerous criminal enterprises in the world, Kimberly felt her heart racing as she hit the ground hard. Gasping for air, she tried to sit up, but one of Ricardo's henchmen pushed her back down. "You're going to need this," the man said, shoving a package of envelopes into her hands. "Inside is a loaded rifle. Your first task is to take out a life." Kimberly's eyes widened in horror. She had never killed anyone before. She didn't want to. But before she could protest, the sound of sirens filled the air. The henchmen exchanged panicked glances and quickly dragged Kimberly to their car.

He gave him a scornful look and left Fred to himself. Kimberly smirked and ran to catch up with him. "I was about to say something about them. I heard them saying they put some cocaines in some of the goods they'd be giving you." Damien stopped at Kimberly's word and turned to her. "What did you just say?" He arched his brows. But it seems Kimberly has been carried away. She was staring at the man from afar who was holding a pregnant woman's waist. "Nathan?" She said in shock.

“And then what is the connection between the accounting guy, the mysterious person buying out the shares, and Bernard Gary. What connection do they have to the slush funds, the paper company used for money laundering, and Kim's kidnapping?” “Maybe we should ask Mrs Pearce she was—” “No!” I interrupted Jeff immediately. “We're not bringing my wife into this, and we're not asking her details about her kidnapping either” “I'm sorry, sir, it was… it was thoughtless of me” Jeff apologised, and I waved my hand, dismissing the issue. I know we can find some information if we ask Kim, but I can't bear to open up the memory I have successfully helped her forget. “I believe we can say Jake was killed

He was surprised he didn’t trip over himself with how fast he was going, but he needed to be with Imela. He got into the car and drove off at a high speed to get to Kimberly's residence in time, with high hopes that Imela would still be there. He spotted the ambulance parked right outside the apartment building and a body bag being rolled into it. This was Kimberly’s body, and he felt sad because, though he didn’t like her, she didn’t deserve to die, and he knew Imela would feel the same way.

“Ms. Thena, Grant and I want to let you know, we think you’re doing the right thing.” On my last night in Chicago, I poured a glass of crisp white wine and sat on Richard’s long black couch in the condo high above Lake Michigan. I thought of the Michael Endara painting of Benjamin Kyle that hung in a bedroom of Richard’s mansion. Richard once told me he never wanted to end up like Kyle, who woke up one morning without his wallet and without any inkling of who he was. It took ten years for Kyle’s family to find him. I’d be damned if I’d let the same happen to Richard.

Mafia C chipped. Massimo sat not offering a word, he wants to see how his son will handle the situation. A few minutes later Dexter came in with a group of men carrying an unconscious man dressed in a fine suit. “When did you go to the airport? I thought you were at your place, and where is Kimberly?“ He asked Dexter. “they call me early this morning, Kimberly was taken home by the driver” He reported. “Take him to the dungeon, chain his legs and hands.“ He instructed them. Mack was taken to the dungeon, it smelled like rusted iron and blood.

replied Rodulf to him. They sipped their coffee first then Richard open up first. “Ahm, Mr. Vanlimz, I’m calling you here because I wanna say something private life that connected to me now” said Richard to him. “Go on Mr. Richard, what was that? Is that your personal private life?” asked Rodulf to him. “Yes, I wanna frankly and honest to you now, I’m not a good man that you expected. I know that we meet accidentally but I hope your the only one who can help me, I’m a killer” said Richard to him directly without hesitation.