King Richard And Robin Hood Novels & Stories

Since Richard’s goal was to make lots of money to escape poverty, his plan was to either get into the Kingsley Group, since their pay was very generous, or marry into a rich family and inherit their wealth. From that moment, Richard decided to be close to at least one kid from a rich family, and after a series of events that he planned, he finally found himself in Cole Anderson’s circle. However, they were not really close, and it was mostly Richard trying to force his way into Cole’s life. Fortunately, the latter was kind enough to tolerate him even though it was clear that Richard only wanted to be close to him because of his family’s status. Later on, Richard finished his degree and immed

“Mr. Richard, what are you doing? Hurry and get up.” “Ms. Thea, I won’t get up if you don’t agree.” “Alright, I agree, I agree. Get up first.” Richard finally stood up. His forehead was already injured yesterday. The wound had just clotted, but it began to bleed again after bowing on the ground. The Hill members were dumbfounded. This was the richest man in North Cansington. However, he was kneeling on the ground like a dog, begging Thea to spare him.

The second wealthiest after the king's family? I'm doomed!

Richard's arms hung loosely at his sides as he responded with a faint smile. "Very well, it won't hurt to tell you. I've been sneaking into the palace to mourn an old friend." "Who is this old friend?" Jane pressed. Richard answered easily, "The late Lady Rosalie. She was my dear friend." Jane had heard of the story before—Rosalie, George, and Richard had grown up together, apprenticed under the same master, and had shared a deep bond. Her expression darkened. "Did you have feelings for Lady Rosalie?"

Sarah asked as she stared at him angrily. Richard dropped his fork immediately. He realized that he had just made a slip. Sarah didn't know that he was a successful business man and the CEO of Wilson's corporation. Even the members of the brotherhood didn't know who he was apart from Jack. Although the name Richard Wilson was very popular, no one had ever seen him in person apart from his family members and few business associates. Who would have likened the billionaire Richard to a street gangster who later turned out to be a hero? It was inconceivable to think that these two people were the same.

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But at a point, Richard withdrew from everyone and started doing things secretly, making me feel like he hated me or something. He went out quite often, choosing to hang out alone without anyone bothering him or questioning him. The family thought that it was just a phase, we thought it was his growing hormones as a teenager and everyone just let him be. The last time I’d set eyes on him, he was running the other way with my parents and our two brothers too. They were all attacked and killed by the rogues. I heard the rogues saying that they had taken care of my entire family, I saw their mutilated bodies in the woods and I knew they were all killed by the rogues. How the hell did Richard su

No one searched him for weapons, or anything he might be carrying and Michael scanned the place quickly. There were a hundred ways of killing someone here anyway, with all the silverware and pins, shining from the women’s hairs. Michael didn’t need to make a mental calculation to know only the jewels cost more than some countries' entire net worth. It was excessive. Not in the way people- normal people- showed off their money. It was impressive in the way the Royals were rich. The way Richard was one of the wealthiest men ever lived. The people he met- the same. And that fortune was unmeasurable. Michael heard the approaching steps behind him, and then came the greeting.

At that moment, they were kneeling on the ground, their smooth foreheads pressed tightly against the cold floor, not daring to breathe. The servants and guards also lowered their heads deeply, silent as a grave. “Goddammit! Damn that Florencian! He’s just a filthy shit that should be ground into powder and thrown into the sewer for the rats to eat! “Arghhhh...” Richard cursed furiously while smashing and breaking stuff. All roads lead to Rome. Some people were born in Rome. Others made wherever they were Rome. Richard was undoubtedly the latter. As the leader of the Knights of Death and the son of the ruler of Flandom, he was born noble and revered. No one dared to defy him.

Esther grumbled as she fixed her seatbelt. "Really? Is it an old guy with large bucks?" Elise asked funnily. Esther froze for a while, remembering the prestige and exquisiteness of that important person. She was sour again in her heart. Really lucky, not only having loads of cash, still having a hot and rich husband! "Yeah, he's old!" Esther responded indignantly. "So you are not the one who has a sugar daddy, but that woman. And you can still leech her off!" Elise teased and chuckled.