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The next humiliation fed to the court with a smile. The next moment Richard would stand there, silent, while his mother crushed me beneath her heel. And I had no bargaining chip anymore. No heirs. No alliances. No value. I wasn’t useful to Ivana. Which meant I was dangerous to her. I folded my arms around myself, trying to stop the trembling that kept threatening to take over. Then, The door opened. Richard stepped inside. And he looked… awful. Not furious. Not unstable. Not wild with desperation the way he’d been earlier.

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.

"Dearest Taylor, Once again, I know you're so close to finding everything out so you'll find this no problem. Now you know about my secret identity and your mother and me marrying, I know I'll soon be caught. You're so kind that I know you might allow me this, before I'm willing to give myself up I need something from you. Since that horrible night all those years ago, I always had this feeling of care towards you. Then when your mother turned up and we fell in love, it all became clear. You're like the daughter that I never had, even if that's hard for you to believe. But now I've married your mother, that makes me your step father in whatever way you look at it. I want to see both of my ch

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.

Richard the Noble paused for a while to consider his options. If he didn't have an appointment, he wouldn't bother meeting with a common nobility, but something inside of him was yelling for him to find out why the person was there. As a trader, his instincts told him there might be a huge discovery. Furthermore, the noble's identity was rather ambiguous. Richard stood there, thinking. "Bring him to the third floor," he finally decided. "As you desire!" said the servant, relieved. He didn't want to turn down the individual who had come today.

“ Or didn't you hear that the Storm's never betray? I don't expect you to know that casue you've always been dumb. “ Richard was caught trying to steal the royal scroll and when interrogated, he confessed that he had connived with Lady Eleanor and Lord Balor to take the throne for themselves. " To think I married a good man but you were only after my money. Makes me wonder, did you plan my banishment too? “ She smirked evilly and he shook his head vigorously. " I would never betray you. “ Richard said weakly. " Yet you betrayed my family." She scoffed.