Richard And Dawn Novels & Stories

Richard sat alone at the table, a glass of scotch in front of him. He stood up when they approached him, stiff smile, his eyes darting uncomfortably from one to the other. "Raven. Killian," he said, deep practiced voice. "Don't become friends with me," Raven said icily, sitting down across from him. Killian stood over her, arms folded, warning every inch of him. "I don't want to fight," Richard said, holding up his hands a little. "I just… I know that I owe the two of you some things."

“Are you angry that we’re having the date indoors?” Richard forced a smile. “No. I’m just tired from work.” “Work? On a saturday? Something is wrong,” she replied immediately. That was the problem with Melissa. She noticed things. Way too fast. Richard walked further inside, already scanning exits in his mind instead of her face. “I’ve missed you,” he said absentmindedly. Melissa folded her arms. “We were together last night…” “Still…” He kissed her forehead. “I’m starving.” Melissa’s shoulders relaxed a little at his words.

Dante stood near the center of the room looking like he wanted to burn the entire place down, and the man across from him made Ariana's steps slow immediately. Richard Cole. Former NFL legend, Westbridge donor, campus royalty. She recognized him immediately from television interviews and magazine covers, and the resemblance between father and son was unsettling, same dark eyes, same intimidating presence, same dangerous stillness. The only difference was that Richard smiled more, which somehow made him scarier. "You disappeared," Richard was saying smoothly. Dante's jaw looked tight enough to crack. "I was outside." "With the photographer girl?" Ariana froze behind a nearby column. Richard n

"This is my wife, Aria." "Mrs. Blackwell." Richard shook my hand. His grip was testing. "What a surprise. I was unaware that you were dating someone. Kael said, "We kept it private," before I could say anything. "Very private." Richard's eyes moved between us. "Wasn't your nephew engaged recently? To someone named—" "Aria and I have been seeing each other for several months," Kael interrupted. His tone didn't change. But something in it made Richard stop talking.

My spine stiffens, and Damian's hand immediately pulls me closer, as if shielding me from whatever threat is lurking. "Not today, Richard," Damian mutters under his breath. His eyes, dark and determined, flick to the side. "If he thinks he’s crashing my wedding, he’s got another thing coming." I can’t stop the shiver that runs through me. Richard. The man who would stop at nothing to see Damian fall. The man who has been chasing this day since he first learned about our engagement.

Richard slowly picked a piece of fried mushroom from his plate and dropped it on Sarah's, acting as if he wasn't aware of what Sarah was trying to say. She was his wife for goodness sake! Mr. Dennis was obviously not happy with this development. Most of the people here knew that his daughter was getting married to Mr. Wilson, the CEO of Wilson industry. It was a big slap in his face, watching Richard get cosy with another woman in the public. That rascal couldn't even give him a face! He was definitely doing this to send a message across. After eating, some of the guests engaged in serious conversations which were all business-related. The DJ changed the song for kick-ass dance so the bright

he asked. Richard threw the bloodstained cane to the floor and said coldly, "Don't you know? You and Clark are both making me furious. One's involved with his former niece-in-law, and the other's marrying a woman of low status. It seems you're determined to drive me to my grave!" "You knew about this already, didn't you?" Damon asked. Richard's face flushed with frustration. He calmed his anger and looked at Damon coldly. "I called you here to discuss something else."

"It is." We drove to the house. Richard was in the garden. He was kneeling in the dirt. Planting flowers. His hands were dirty. His face was tired. "Jay." "Richard." "Welcome back." "Thank you." He stood up. Brushed off his knees. "Any news about David?" "Nothing." "He's waiting." "For what?" "For us to forget." I was quiet for a moment. "We won't." "I know." That night, we had dinner at the big table.

It fills her with both pride and a tinge of possessiveness—her husband is undeniably handsome. Travis cups her cheeks and presses a gentle kiss to her lips. “Did anyone bother you?” he asks, wiping the tiny pearl of sweat from the tip of her nose. “No, that’s impossible. Everyone knows that if they have a criminal record, their lives are at risk!” she jokes with a grin. “My wife is brilliant!” Travis says proudly. “Anyway, I’d like to meet Danny too. Who is he?” His tone is genuinely curious. Dawn nods eagerly and walks back to her group. “Danny, this is my husband.” Her voice is filled with happiness and excitement.

"I'm warning you before you wish this undone. Stay away from her." "Oh hello, Mr. Davidson. You stayed away from me first. Why are you being selfish?" Destiny jumped in. "Destiny, you know why I did what I did." Richard's voice was surprisingly calm and strained. For once, he looked devastated. "No excuse can justify what you did, Richard." Destiny looked around, suddenly aware of their surroundings. Luckily, there weren't so many people in the restaurant except for a few couples who were too busy chatting and laughing over their meal to pay attention to their drama. This means, there are not going to be any dramatic headlines in the newspapers tomorrow.