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“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?”

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.

Michelle’s heart pounded in her chest as she stared at Richard. His presence alone was shocking enough, but the words that had just left his mouth sent a chill through her. He was against Eleanor? The thought seemed impossible. And yet, here he was, offering his help. Raymond’s expression remained unreadable as he studied Richard, his stance tense, calculating. “What exactly are you proposing?” Richard stepped further into the room, shutting the door behind him. He glanced at Vivian, who looked just as stunned as Michelle, before turning his attention back to Raymond. “I have something you need. The original documents proving that the will was always meant for Michelle.”

“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

"I have every place here. You stole everything from me. My company. My contacts. Even my reputation. You ruined me, William." "You were a threat to everyone, Richard. You manipulated people, played with lives." "And now? I play differently. But I never forget." William moved closer. "Leave Kate out of this." Richard's eyes glinted. "She's the reason I'm back. Touch her, and you bleed. Protect her, and she burns. Either way, you lose." William's fists clenched. "You touch her, I will kill you." Richard smirked. "You already tried. But you forgot—I always return."

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.

“I don’t think I’m following you pop.” “Let me break the seal and then I will explain.” Richard reached out to the scroll, shakingly taking it up in his hands. The wax cracked under the pressure of his fingers. Richard slowly unrolled the scroll, read the writing on it, and dropped it. His face went white and tears began rolling down his cheeks. “I can’t believe it,” he mustered between the gasping breaths. “What pop? Can I read it? Are you going to tell me?” Richard slid the scroll across the table to his son. His hand still atop it, “Don’t cry out. Whatever you do, don’t cry out.”

Never mind his character, he had never seen Richard in person because Crish had never introduced him to his family. "Don't worry, Richard is a bad boy, he has always enjoyed playing with women. He is the type of guy who gets bored easily and can never get enough of one woman. Believe me, he will be easily tempted, especially with a beautiful young woman like you, it won't be difficult. But one thing you have to remember, Richard is hard to fall in love with. Usually, he just likes to play with women, then just leaves when he's bored. So make sure you succeed in making Richard fall in love until he is willing to marry you,” the woman gave a lot of information and also suggestions for Camellia

I asked, my voice dripping with menace. “Richard! Richard sent us!” Andrew screamed, tears streaming down his face as he tried to stop the blood gushing from his stump. “Who?” I furrowed my brows. Richard? Who the hell is Richard? The sharp cries of the stupid man made it hard to concentrate. The name didn't ring any bells. “Richard! The third son of Don Jones!” he cried out. Raising an eyebrow, I almost laughed. Someone from the family, huh? When do they plan to stop? After I’ve killed them all?

It was like realizing I’d been a joker standing before a king—one who wouldn’t hesitate to take my head off if I made the wrong move. How the hell did I get myself into this? I swallowed hard and scrolled further. Richard’s life was an open book, every detail documented for the world to see. His age—30. The only son of his father. The heir to a fortune so vast it seemed unreal. Then, something made my breath catch. A single line. Richard was married. My eyes widened as I clicked on the article, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. The headline—Richard Anthony’s Mysterious Marriage. The Sudden Disappearance of Laura Smith.