Richard Madden Boyfriend Novels & Stories

The third one is clearly a witch, and a powerful one at that. “Darling, relax. They are friends. They saved Maddie and the children today.” Harriet says, her hand cupping my cheek, getting my attention down to her beautiful eyes. In them I see the stress and worry I’m causing her, and inside I’m dying a little every time I see it. “Sorry. They just took me by surprise.” I murmur, taking her hand and kissing it. She gives me a weak smile. “Alright, what the fuck is going on between you and your mate, Richard?” Maddie’s voice cuts through the silence, and her question lands heavy on my heart.

"I'm not one coveting someone else's mate." Calvin slowly let go of his firm grip on Richard’s shirt as his eyes widened in realization. He finally figured what Richard had been trying to say. The man had first asked when the promise made to him would be fulfilled. Then he asked if he wasn't interested in knowing who his mate was. He then proceeded to mention Charlene's name and now he was talking about coveting... "Who is your mate?" Calvin found himself asking. "Haven't you been listening?" Richard asked in a loud voice. "Charlene Hayford is my mate and my mate happens to be your girlfriend."

He grins and that irritates every cell in my being, but I had no idea that would be the least of my concerns until… “I’m Doctor Chad Manning,” he lets out his hand and his grin grows wider. “I’m her boyfriend.” What. The. Fuck?

I am Archie’s fiancé. It’s been a while since he left, and he hasn’t called me. What the hell Archie, we just got engaged, and you walk away on our engagement night. I don’t like this at all. I can’t shake the feeling that Josh does this stuff on purpose to get on my nerves. He can be such a drama queen.

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.

He is Richard. My perfect boyfriend.

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.