Kevin Price Novels & Stories

However, Kevin stepped in front of me before I could. He furrowed his brow. His eyes were moist as he put on a wounded expression. “Leigh, you’ve really misunderstood us. There’s absolutely nothing going on between Amanda and me. That sales associate was talking nonsense. Your suit is the bespoke one.” I looked Kevin up and down. He had a Hermes necklace, a Louis Vuitton crossbody bag, and limited-edition sneakers on. Not one of them was something an intern making barely two thousand dollars a month could afford.

Charles was breathing very hard, his chest rising and falling like waves crashing on a shore. His face had gone pale, torn with grief, rage, and heartbreak tangled into one, damp with sweat and tears. He didn’t look at me when he spoke again. “Kevin became blinded by greed,” he said, his voice hoarse. “He wanted more money. Even when it was clear we were running out of time, he still wanted more. I begged him, Mia. I pleaded with him. I told him ten million was enough. Enough to start over somewhere far away where no one knew us. We could disappear, begin a new life.”

“It was obvious because I kept catching you looking at me, but it wasn't obvious because you're not just any Omega. You're Julian and Reid's son. Your brothers are the kings! On top of all of that, you're beautiful and incredibly smart! You run your own lab. I've read everything you've written and seen all your work. You're brilliant! Someone with those qualities would surely be taken or can have anyone he wants. I'm just an orphan who failed at everything, so I turned to something I was good at: science and agriculture. For some stupid reason, I had a neck for it. I don't come from awesome parents and a great family that people are dying to be a part of. I don't really have anything to offe

She shook her head and placed the phone back on her desk. Kevin was not as simple as his name sounded. At the age of 30, he already owned a business conglomerate, Element 14 being one of them. A cutting edge company that produced all forms of electronics. Well, he was surrounded by rumours. Strange rumours people talked about in whispers. His source of wealth was not known, stories about his early life had been faked by the media. Nobody knew anything about him. Everything people read about his life was fiction. Even his staff knew nothing about him.

He had said I was the most important person in his life and that he would always treat me well. How had he turned out like this? After spending two years pursuing Celine and finally securing her love, he prioritized her now and disregarded our precious bond as mother and son. But then, Celine had tried to kill me! She was practically a murderer in the making! Yet, Shawn seemed to care about nothing but the woman he had chased after for two years. To him, I was now dispensable. I tried to cry out and demand to make a phone call. But my tongue and lips were so damaged that my words were unintelligible.

"You're the future daughter-in-law of the tycoon." Isabella laughed even harder. "Stop it. I love you whether you're rich or poor. I'm not Alan. I don't chase money. So stop making up stories." Kevin's expression remained serious. "I am not joking." The laughter slowly faded from Isabella's face. "I would never lie to you about something like this," Kevin continued. "My name is Kevin Williams. I am the tycoon's son." He gestured around the luxurious suite. "This hotel belongs to my father. I didn't spend a single penny to stay here."

"I gave this to Mr. Goldstein! Just name your price! I'll transfer it to you right now!" Callista raised her phone watch, looking like she was about to transfer me the money. I was so shocked that I couldn't even feel the pain. Looking at Callista in front of me, I felt my limbs go numb. "Callista, what did you say?" So she repeated impatiently, "I asked you to name your price! You're willing to sell anything for money, aren't you? So hurry up and name me your price!" I felt as if my heart were being squeezed tight, so tight that I struggled to catch my next breath.

Stonefield, tears streamed down her face, right on cue. Meanwhile, Jeremy, who had been sitting stunned on the floor up till that point, rushed out of the morgue. "Dad, Celeste has nothing to do with this! Don't make things difficult for her!"

The live streamer, Orla Brown, waved my student ID around smugly. "Take a look, everyone. The mistress is so cunning. Not only does she deny that she's a mistress after being caught, but she's also lying by claiming to be the guy's sister." She held my student ID up to the camera and said, "Her name is Silvia Felton, and she's a sophomore at Avant Design Academy. How can you claim to be Claude Stark's sister when you don't even have the same last name?"

Kevin was surprised when he saw the bag placed in front of him. “Oh, this might help relieve your cough. Lozenges and wind oil. You... you can apply some wind oil on your neck to reduce coughing. Okay, I won't bother you anymore, goodbye.” Before Kevin could say another word, Lisa ran away, as fast as a rabbit. When she got to the hallway, her heart was still beating like a drum. Kevin always exudes an intimidating aura, even though he speaks very gently, without appearing cold or emotionless. According to her research, people with a lot of money like him will be moved by things that seem to have no value and she hopes the things she buys will make a difference.