Novel & Cerita Richard Madden Boyfriend

“Harassing another person’s bride in public isn’t appropriate, is it?” All eyes turned to the man behind me. Conrad stood in a bespoke wedding suit, tall and statuesque. His bright eyes scanned the lawn as he strode toward me with long, purposeful steps. From expression to posture, there was not a trace of the wild, unhinged madness he had shown before. For a moment, everyone was silent. “You lunatic! Why are you here instead of the mental hospital? You really think you can be Kendall’s husband?”

"This is my wife, Aria." "Mrs. Blackwell." Richard shook my hand. His grip was testing. "What a surprise. I was unaware that you were dating someone. Kael said, "We kept it private," before I could say anything. "Very private." Richard's eyes moved between us. "Wasn't your nephew engaged recently? To someone named—" "Aria and I have been seeing each other for several months," Kael interrupted. His tone didn't change. But something in it made Richard stop talking.

Just then, I heard a familiar voice from behind us. "Did I miss anything?" the voice asked, and we all turned to see who it was. "George!" Mr. Richard exclaimed, pulling his grand son into a warm embrace. I felt like I couldn't breathe as the realization of who George was hit me like a ton of bricks. He was my boyfriend, and we had been dating for over a year. We had met on social media and his name was George Parker. I had no idea he was related to the wealthy Leonard family.

I said. “You need the rest,” he agreed. “But I have a few questions first.” I sat down at the dining table across from him. “What do you think Marcus wants to talk to you about? Getting back together?” I shrugged. “Yeah, and now that he can’t text or call me, it’ll be worse.” Madden swallowed heavily. “Does he have any enemies? Does he talk about his family?” “His dad lives in Spain and his mother is in prison for transporting drug paraphernalia.”

Gustaf lets go of my hand, smiles at Victor sheepishly, and says, "No problem at all, man. Just messing around with Madison here." A wave of relief wash over me as Gustaf steps back and Victor takes his place beside me. Victor arches his eyebrows. "Is that so? And who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" "I'm Gustaf, Madison's boyfriend. You?" Victor doesn't answer. Instead, he puts his hand on Gustaf's shoulder and smiles. Can I speak to you for a moment? Maddie, why don't you go take care of table six while I talk to this fine gentleman?"

“Sweetheart, my parents—and your father—are on my side. The Queens have more power in this city than you can imagine. The Williams brothers are strong, yes, but the Queens family? Stronger. Smarter. And definitely richer. So whatever you do… be careful. I don’t show mercy.” She hung up. My hands trembled—but not from fear. From fury. If she wanted to play dirty, I would too. I turned to my laptop and started digging—names, connections, social links—until I traced down someone important: Madison’s ex-boyfriend, Richard. The one she humiliated, belittled, and crushed. The one who had every reason to want her downfall. I messaged him. He replied instantly. We agreed to meet later. When I arrive

“Actually, no. I do love him. I love him very much.” William’s expression twisted. “What?” "I didn’t want to say it to someone who has nothing to do with us." Her voice was calm, poised. "Why should I have to tell you how much I love my husband?" William opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a deeper, familiar voice cut through the moment. “I agree with my wife.” Richard’s tone was cool and firm as he walked toward them, slipping an arm around Madison’s waist in one smooth motion. His presence was sharp, commanding, possessive but never disrespectful. He looked at William with a restrained smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Madonna brought out her handkerchief and wiped her face. "I am sorry for her daughter losing her job. And I cannot blame her. When she is around a handsome man like Master Richard, who wouldn't him, except me, because I do not like him." "Coughs!" The sound of someone coughing at the stairs snapped me back to reality. As Madonna and I swiftly turned to look at the living room stairs, Richard stood there, shirtless in only his black shorts. He didn't even wear his robe. Seeing his broad chest made my thighs clench as I remembered how he had pulled me closer to him the previous day.

I saw a man who was surrounded by his friends yet seeking closer companionship. The looming murder investigation didn’t seem to affect the deep friendship between Darren, Jack, and Richard. Maddie and Whitney welcomed me into the fold with their stories about Richard and the others. Whitney admitted to falling in love with Richard once, many years ago. Though she explained that their relationship had not worked out and how over him she was, I doubted the veracity of her statements.

She extended her hand to me and said, "I am Madison, Richard's ex, and this is my husband, Conrad. He is a lawyer. You are?" I was about to answer when Richard beat me to it. "Alix, My Fiancee. She is a doctor. How are you, Madison, and what are you doing at home?" To say I was surprised would be putting it lightly, but when I looked at his face and saw how nervous he was, I linked our hands together. He looked at the hand, surprised, then tightened his hand on it. "I am fine. It's my mother's sixtieth birthday tomorrow so we are here to celebrate with her. I can see you have moved on. After you stopped leaving me sad voice messages, I wondered how you were doing."