National Treasure Riley Novels & Stories

Mike intentionally provoked Orlando just to get on his bad side, unluckily for him Orlando was prepared and refused to let anyone bring out the real Orlando Ivan Chester in him. PLEASE NOTE: LOVING REX ANGELO WILL BE FINISHED FIRST FOLLOWED BY BILLIONAIRE SPY. LORENA {MY CEO BABY} WILL BE ON HOLD UNTIL AFTER BOTH BOOKS ARE COMPLETED INDIVIUALLY.

Stclaire giving me a final, meaningful look before exiting the room. Penelope approached the bed, handing me the bag of clothes. I thanked her, my gaze still fixed on the food. "Okay, Wyatt, listen. You have to take this slow," she cautioned. "I had to get everything in this bag approved ahead of time. And your 'I’m a rich asshole' bodyguard out there had to help me sneak the rest in. Be good, and take it slow. Otherwise, you'll choke and end up with pneumonia for sure."

“Liar, I saw you with it earlier. Where did you keep my Treasure Chest?” “I don’t know where the Chest is. Our security men did the delivery and not me” “I can see you wish to die in my hands and trust me, I won’t hesitate to do so. If you refuse to show me the treasure chest, I will take your fresh into peace.” Riana tightened her grip, and Celina started choking. She tried to breathe, but couldn’t. Instantly, tears began dripping from her eyes. “Speak before I kill you,” Riana was determined. She pulled out the little dagger in her hip pocket, the object she learned to carry after being harassed by Mr. Douglas and his men.

“You left the door open.” Cade took a step forward, gun raised. “Don’t move.” “Still playing soldier?” Riley mocked. “You were always better at pretending than fighting.” “Riley—” Lila began. “Don’t,” Riley interrupted, her eyes flashing. “Don’t use that name like it means something. You buried Riley the day I disappeared.” Cade’s jaw clenched. “You want to talk, or start shooting?” Riley laughed, soft and eerie. “I’m not here to fight. I’m here to finish what The Circle started.”

"I have many things tucked in the cornfields. I’ll be glad to show them to you once we get this ancient man settled into his bed." "Trevor," Rhye snarled, predictably rising to the bait. The taunting Ranger turned down yet another corridor, making Lily wonder just how extensive the tunnels were. "She is yet unclaimed, and I’m as eligible as you of giving her security. Honestly, it would appear I’m more skilled since it’s my den keeping her safe." Lily rolled her eyes. Not again. Men.

“I have everything under control Riley. You don’t need to bother yourself about any of this” “I have to bother myself Dad. I am your daughter and I’m also a part of everything going on here. Which means that it all affects me” “Sweetheart are you still caring for Killian?” “Hell no Dad. He’s happy about Heather’s return and at the same time, suffering about his downfall but that all doesn’t matter. We only need the money and the artifact” Riley blustered and sighed out. “Riley, you don’t need to bother yourself, I got everything under control”

“You brought a guest.” Riley stepped forward before I could speak. “Riley Hart. Best friend, professional troublemaker, and apparently very curious about whatever arrangement you have with my girl here. She told me everything. Blackmail, contract, the investor coming in two days… all of it.” The hallway went quiet. Seven powerful men processing the fact that their carefully controlled toy had spilled every filthy secret to an outsider. Rafe recovered first, chuckling low. “Bold move. Most girls would run screaming after hearing about the shock collar and balcony spit-roast.”

I can smell them. Riley steps out from behind a copse of trees, a wide grin on her face. “I see you brought the gold.” “I don’t see my son,” I reply testily. “Oh, Rafey. We both knew this was a trap. I can’t even believe you came. Of course, your son isn’t here,” Riley laughs. That’s all I need to hear. I leap down from the carriage and launch myself at her. If I’m going down, I’m taking her with me.

He was a ghost, haunting the edges of a world that had moved on without him. "He'll never stop hunting us," Vivian said one evening, sitting by the fire in the new house. Her sister, Elena—the other Elena—lived with her now, healing from years of captivity. "Men like him don't know how." "Then we'll be ready," Riley said. "We'll always be ready. That's what an heir does—protects what was given." --- The second anniversary of Tata Pedro's death fell on a rainy Tuesday. Riley woke before dawn, kissed Kyle's sleeping shoulder, and walked to the orchard alone. The rain was soft, warm, the kind of rain that made things grow.

That would be the only way for him to take over sooner. It isn't long before I hear Nathaniel's Ferrari 250 GTO start and speed away from the clan leader's house. I then get up and go and find Riley, not that it was hard. I just went to the Head Warrior's office and then into their security room. "Wow, no wonder you like it in here so much. Riley... Nathaniel has had a couple more reports and has gone to check on another lead. He wants to meet us at the next clan.."