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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.”

"You shouldn't be within five miles of this pier if you want to keep breathing." "I am here to deliver a message, Vance," Richard said, stopping just outside the concrete foreman's office. His cold eyes darted down to the bloody form of Julian on the floor, then shifted over to where I was kneeling beside Caspian. A faint, twisted smile touched his lips. "Julian was an ambitious lady, but she was always too reckless. She thought she could steal a kingdom using brute force. She didn't realize that the real keys to the ledger are never kept in a vault." "What do you want, Richard?" I called out, my voice raw but filled with a dangerous, protective rage. I shielded Caspian’s body with my own, r

Kane "Richard? Murder?" Shrugging, I roll my eyes in confusion. Murder, kidnapping, secrets, deal of a living human being— in short, Christian is giving me full-on mafia vibes lately. "I can't understand what you are saying. Stop speaking in instalments. Do you mean Richard killed three people?" "Yeah", he says, freezing his eyes outside. "I don't doubt exactly. I believe it. It's just that I don't have any proof" "Whom did he kill? And how do you know? How's that related to your actions?" I think I'll go crazy with questions until he clears up everything and he's taking too much time.

"Fix your house. Because if this pack breaks anymore, not even your father’s name will keep you on that throne." Christopher turned and stormed out, slamming the doors behind him. He walked down the long hall, drowning in shame, rage, and a cold fear he couldn’t hide anymore. --- Meanwhile, at Williams estate, a different meeting was happening in Richard’s warm, firelit study. The small iron token sat on Richard’s desk. Old, Heavy Stamped with a crying wolf and 3 broken chains. Sarah sat in an armchair by the fire, wrapped in a blanket. Damian stood by the window, arms crossed, watching his guards patrol the trees. Richard sat behind the desk, staring at the token.

Despite being more intelligent and wise, he still acted like the young man he was. Richard suckled greedily and pulled Romeo's hair. Be careful, my little one. Don't ruin your father's hair. Look, then, instead of clinging to his hair, I'll cling to yours. The pup hears Julius's voice. He lets go of Romeo's breast and starts laughing. - This bastard understands when you're talking to him. You're about to eat my breast and laugh when your father talk. Don't you want to eat anymore? It seemed like Richard understood everything. He returns to searching with his mouth for the nipple of Romeo's small breast and sucks again greedily.

Trusted by the army. Feared by half the court. A man who could shake the foundation of the throne if he ever chose to. I folded my arms, posture calm but mind racing. “You say this,” I replied evenly, “yet you bypassed the King himself. Or Richard. Or even the Queen. Curious.” Rufus let out a humourless chuckle. “Ivana is close to Aldrich. Very close. And Richard… well, Richard follows wherever Ivana points.” True. Painfully true.

Clarissa, who was still sitting at her papa’s feet, gasped and covered her mouth. Sebastian could only let out a bitter, joyless laugh, while Alexander no longer bothered to move. He just kept staring forward, his face empty, like someone hit too many times without a chance to breathe. His soul had gone weak. But Richard wasn’t finished. This time, he turned toward Eleanor as he pointed an accusing finger back at her. “My baby is not a bloody harlot, okay? She’s loyal. And she’s mine.” Everyone’s head was up again. Then carefully, Richard began to rise to his feet. He was shaky, but he moved with clear purpose. All eyes stayed on him.

She thought he must have stood to remove his pants but when she heard a crush, she opened one eye, praying it was not a vessel he had broken to stab her with. But she was surprised to find Romeo looking down on a fallen Richard. Richard was lying sprawled on the floor. blood oozing from a cut on his fore head. He had been taken unawares. He raised himself with difficulty and seeing who it was, smiled. 'You? You have finally come back to continue screwing her where you left off. I thought I would assist you, you know?' Romeo, hit him in his face with as much force as the fury that must have been coarsing through his veins.

The drive was encrypted, but the password was simple: COVENANT. ​The files opened, revealing a single, massive document. It wasn't a will, or a threat, or a fraud ledger. ​It was a complete, meticulously documented personal history of Richard Richard Sr. a massive memoir written in his own hand, detailing his corporate moves, his personal vendettas, and every single strategic mistake and ethical compromise. ​"It's his autobiography," Damian murmured, scrolling through the document in astonishment. "The entire, unvarnished truth. The final, absolute record of the man who created the chaos."

My bodyguard collapsed on the rug. “Natasha Ivanka.” A deep voice sounded from outside the room. Richard stood in the doorway looking like a man ready to wage war. In his hands a Japanese sword gleamed in the light. The sight of him filled me with hope. Yet dread poured over me like smoke from a brushfire. “Finally.” Natasha opened his arms wide. “Here is the man of the hour. I wondered how many of your men I would kill before your grand entrance.” “You’re fucking with the wrong man.” Richard assessed the situation, his gaze flying from Greg—unconscious on the floor—to me. I saw traces of remorse wash over him before he faced his enemy with bloodlust in his eyes.