Richard And Dawn Novels & Stories

A Dinner Gone Wrong Richard Donovan had buried his secrets for years. And now, with Claire’s engagement plastered across every news outlet, those secrets were crawling back to the surface. Victoria stared at him, pulse quickening. “Richard, what’s going on?” He exhaled sharply, tossing his phone onto the coffee table. On the screen, a news article still glowed. ‘Billionaire Gordon Hayes Announces Surprise Engagement to Claire Donovan.’ Richard’s jaw tightened. “Gordon Hayes… I should have finished him off when I had the chance.”

“I am not fully okay yet. But I see how you two are together. I will not stand in the way. Just be honest with me from now on.” Ava hugged her. Tears in her eyes. “Always.” Damon pulled Ava close after Emma left. His arms wrapped around her. “We did it. Together.” They celebrated that night at the penthouse. Dinner. Wine. Passion that left them both breathless. He took her slow and deep on the couch. Then hard against the window overlooking the city. Ava came with his name on her lips. Feeling completely his. As they lay together afterward a final message arrived. Richard. Short and bitter. This is not over. But for now the fight had been won. The future stretched ahead. Careers thriving. Fr

"So, Diana got legally married to some intern over a game, and then she let that guy move into your marital home?" "Yeah." "And she refused to even acknowledge your relationship in front of the whole company?" "Yeah." "And she wants you to hand over the deal you begged for to that same intern?" "Yeah." Over the phone, I heard Richard draw a deep breath. "Where are you? I'm coming to find you right now." Half an hour later, Richard barreled into the restaurant and dropped into the seat across from me. He stared at me for three full seconds, then his eyes suddenly turned red.

“It’s late. I’ve got work.” And with that, he left, leaving Marah standing there alone. Diana let out a soft snort. “Trying to catch a swan when you’re just a frog at the bottom of the well. She really doesn’t know her place.” Marah’s smile froze. Her face went pale, and her lips trembled slightly with fury. But when Richard returned home that evening, she was all sweetness again, asking about his day and showing genuine interest. When she found out he’d been spending time at a little countryside farm for fishing, she instantly pleaded to come along next time. She was still stuck on her own design and needed a mental reset.

when classical music fills a large auditorium with many wealthy couple's dining with their partners, and on one of the chairs sat Richard Robertson, a very prominent and handsome thirty two years old billionaire with his legs crossed. "It is over between us, Rebecca," Richard said to his date who was seated opposite him as she lifted her gaze from the screen of her phone she had been staring at for the past five minutes. Rebecca paused as she stared in confusion at the man she had begun dating only five months ago. "What do you mean Richard? If this is a joke you should stop it," she chuckled as she gently took up her glass of wine which was on a spherical glass table in-between them. "I am

RHETT Dawn came, and I sat on the folded couch rubbing some cream onto my feet. A welcomed gift, that Nyctimus’ mate had sent to our room last night. The ointment was already doing its job and soothing my feet. This was the second application I was putting on and already my sore and blistered feet were beginning to heal.

someone said behind Richard. When he turned, he noticed that it was Ali. "Thank you," Richard smiled as he turned. "You know even though is my party, you guys have totally killed it," Ali. "Killed it? I don't think so," Richard replied even though he dying of happiness within him. "Of course you have you, what do you think Dane?" Ali aksed the person next to Richard. "They are the best couples in this party so far," the boy smiled.

"You..." Richard opened his eyes wide. He was so shocked that he couldn't spit out the smoke in his mouth, so he was choked and coughed fiercely, and his face turned red. "Ahem..." After a long while, he stopped coughing, "When did you get married?" "A few months ago." "D*mn!" Richard shouted, "You bad guy! Even if we didn't contact each other in the past few years, you should have sent me a wedding invitation, shouldn't you?"

Like something that had been held under pressure for fourteen months had been slowly released and his body was still adjusting to the new shape of itself. He shook Alexander's hand. Then he looked at Elena. "He was the best person I worked with," Richard said. "In twenty years. The best person." Elena nodded. "I know," she said. "I grew up with him." Richard looked at her. "Lucky," he said simply. Elena thought about it. "Yes," she said. "I was." --- Diane walked them to the door. She stood in the hallway outside her apartment with her arms folded and her careful watchful eyes moving over each of them in turn, the way she looked at everything, like she was noting it for a record she kept som

Richard nodded, as if reading his thoughts. "Even we struggled to stay in contact with her." Aurora studied the older man for a long moment. Then she asked quietly, "Then why did she suddenly come back now?" Richard let out a long breath. And this time, his answer came without hesitation. "Because of you." Aurora and Darius immediately fell silent. Richard picked up a tablet from the table. After a few taps, he turned the screen toward them. Photos from their wedding. Photos from Paris.