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Julio declared before walking away. Ophelia clenched her fists, annoyed that her husband had Richard's back. --- The room was dark and silent, but a man was being brutally beaten by several men while Richard sat watching as they descended on the innocent man. Richard’s face held no emotions, in fact, he was dissatisfied with how the men were handling the innocent man. A snap of his fingers signaled the men to stop the beating. They didn’t need to be told twice before the wounded man was dragged to where Richard was sitting like a king.

The emperor can never be safe beside me, I'm his bane, and I most definitely will kill him. I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. This will not be as simple as I thought. Now I have to uproot Olivia first, if I must get my revenge on Richard. Olivia first, Richard later. The Ferguson family should wait to be exterminated in my hands. ***** EMPEROR RICHARD'S POV I yawned as I stared at the documents before me. The trade statistics were not doing anything to uplift my spirits. The immense quantity of gold that was raked in did nothing to cheer me up. I sighed and picked up the writing quill.

his hands were shaking underneath the table. Richard's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with a hint of satisfaction. "You know why I am here Lucas. I want you to suffer the consequences of your actions, for daring to send your men into my humble home." Luca's world shattered as he realized the magnitude of his mistakes. He had thought himself invincible, untouchable within the confines of his power. But Richard's presence before him shattered that illusion, exposing his vulnerability and the fragility of his carefully constructed empire. “Do you realize what you did?” Richard asked.

Third person pov Richard was still contemplating on what to do to his daughter who had turned against them, he couldn't go to the king because it would destroy their family name like she said so he had to find out what to do before it was too late and Rebecca grew wings and truly abandoned them. As Richard was lost in thought, a knock came from the door, and he broke out of his thoughts and said, "Come in." Then the door opened up, and a maid walked in with a letter in her hand, "Good Evening Duke, this letter came for you," the maid said as she placed the letter on his table

Richard's words dripped with conviction. Michael scoffed, but uncertainty flickered in his eyes. "You think Ryan marrying Anabelle would have solved anything? Ha!" A lump formed in Michael's throat, his fear growing exponentially. In an attempt to conceal his true emotions, he forced a swallow. Unfortunately, Richard perceived his turmoil, his wicked delight shining through his sinister facade. Standing up, Richard slipped his hands into his pockets, relishing in Michael's visibly shaken state. He walked back to the door where the other two men were waiting for him.

​A pathetic, wicked smile twisted his thin lips as he looked down at my terrifying movements from his safe perch. ​"I was defeated, yes. My vanguards were slaughtered and some taken, my arm was crushed, and my crown was thrown in the blood. But I am still breathing," Richard sneered. "And the Lord of the Ashen Rift knows your face now, kitchen rat. He is coming back for that ring on your finger, and no amount of Northern healers will be able to stitch you back together when he does!" ​The hallucination broke as Richard violently turned away on his ridge, stepping into the safety of his heavy cavalry ranks. He didn't look back as he pointed his gold-gilded broadsword directly toward our crowd

“He’s dangerous, Ruby.” I laughed softly. “Really? All of a sudden he's the most dangerous man in the world because you don't want to see me with him.” “He ruined people,” Richard continued, ignoring me. “He bankrupted entire companies just to prove a point.” “That never happened.” “He destroyed his ex-lover.” That made me pause. “What?” Richard walked to the coffee table and picked up a thick file. “You think you’re special?” he asked coldly. “You think you’re the first woman he’s paraded publicly?”

In their togetherness, they find solace and joy, their love blooming like a beautiful flower in full bloom. Richard sits in his study, a furrow creasing his brow as he contemplates the tangled web of relationships that has ensnared his son, Paul, along with Kalix and Audrey. He is keenly aware of Paul's animosity towards Audrey, a sentiment fueled by jealousy over Kalix's affection for her. “Ah, Paul. What do I do with you?” he mutters in a breath. As he pieces together the puzzle, Richard recognizes the dangerous dynamic that has emerged, a love triangle with potentially devastating consequences.

Catherine asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of relief and lingering anger. "Henry thinks he is a clever wolf," Richard smirked, a faint, dangerous curve of his lips. "Leave him to me. He will try to claim his spot at the council meeting tonight, believing I am still a corpse. I want to see the look on my cousin's face when he realizes the throne he spent months plotting for belongs to a living king." Richard flicked his wrist, dismissing Marcus, who bowed and swiftly exited the room to execute the war orders.

“If you have any more confessions to share then speak. Stop wasting breath pretending you’re a saint.“ Richard let out a bitter laugh, coughing midway. “Saint? No, child. I was never a saint. But I wasn’t always the devil either. That part… belonged to Evelyn. I was the middle man. But I made a vow to myself, I would do the best I could to stop her before my last breath.” Richard’s bony fingers trembled as he reached for the side drawer of the table beside him. He pulled it open slowly, as if every movement weighed a ton, and withdrew a brown envelope, thick, overstuffed and bound by a faded red ribbon. He placed it on the top of the drawer. “This,” he whispered, “is the past. The whole trut