Richard Madden Daughter Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, at the Grand Regency Hotel, the ballroom on the top floor glittered resplendently beneath crystal chandeliers, and champagne glasses clinked. Nearly every relative, family friend, and business acquaintance had shown up. Mom moved through the crowd in a deep maroon evening dress, practically glowing with pride. Dad stood nearby with a drink in hand, laughing with business associates. Every conversation somehow found its way back to Maddison. "Robert Sullivan, your younger daughter has always been exceptional. And now she's headed to Crestview? That girl's future is limitless." A heavyset family friend raised his glass with a grin.

The man answered weakly. “Richard…” “Richard Benson.” Dominic nodded once. “Richard.” “Are you married?” Richard looked confused by the question. “…Yes.” “You have children?” “I do.” “A son.” “And a daughter.” Dominic leaned back in his chair. “How old is your daughter?” “She’s…Twenty-two.” Dominic’s voice remained calm. “If a man held your daughter the way you held Mabel…Would you call it a joke?” Richard opened his mouth. No words came out, Dominic continued.

I stared at her, trying to process what she was saying. They'd lost everything. The house I grew up in. "What about Celeste?" I asked. "She's family. Can't she…" I started only to be cut off before I could finish. She was Richard's biological daughter. Surely, she wasn't going to let her father go unattended. "She won't answer my calls," my mother said bitterly. "I've tried calling her dozens of times. She won't help. She won't even talk to me. Her own father is dying and she—" She dissolved into sobs again.

••••• There is some uncertainty regarding the Medina Mansion. As Matilda made her way from room to room, greeting the guests she had invited to her party, the atmosphere gradually changed to become animated and joyous. My lovely daughter Brendan Medina is a model. It is possible that you will require her services at some point in the future due to the fact that she is an experienced model. "Hello, Mrs. Casper, It is wonderful to have you here with us today. We are glad you could make it.

“It’s not what you think, Carys. Bryan was giving me a massage.” She pulled out her phone to show me the result of a medical examination. “I went for a check-up two days ago. I’m suffering from a slipped disc. Since Bryan did a massage course, I went to him.” Mom seemed embarrassed. The medical report put me at ease. It made sense now that I thought about it. There was no way Mom was more than a carer to Bryan. I didn’t comment further on the matter because Mom and I were back on talking terms. We never brought up what happened that day again.

“And brought... help.” “She’s my friend,” I replied evenly. “She’s also your daughter.” Greta’s eyes twitched. “How generous of you, ma’am,” she said coolly. “Dragging my daughter into your circus.” Rhea rolled her eyes behind me. “Relax, Mother. I like the circus.” Greta rolled eyes. Madden emerged beside me then—suit flawless, eyes unreadable, jaw clenched like he’d spent the entire drive swallowing curses. He said nothing. Not even a nod to Greta, who immediately stepped aside for him like a well-trained soldier.

"I'm getting out of here now!" She stood up so quickly that her chair rolled backward and crashed into the wall. Without another word, she stormed toward the office door. "If anything happens to my daughter," Richard called after her, his voice following like a threat, "if any fucking thing happens to her because of this—" "What the hell would you do?" Astor interrupted, standing up behind his desk. "What exactly would you do, sir?" But Richard Maddox was already striding out of the office, following his daughter down the hallway where dozens of Sinclair Corporation employees had gathered to witness the spectacular implosion of two of the city's most powerful families.

“He sounded calm. Healthy. Relaxed, even. Much more than you look right now.” “Unbelievable,” Richard muttered, shaking his head. “First my good for nothing daughter decides to humiliate this family on national television, and now my son turns into some invisible CEO?!” He slammed his hand on the desk again, rattling the pens and papers. “Give me his phone number right this instant!” Madam Hale arched an eyebrow, looking almost bored. “You’ll only yell at him, Richard.” “Give it to me!” he barked, his face red with fury. “I’m still his father!”

I said, my voice worrisome, and Madonna nodded. "Yes, yes. My daughter is fine. Only that she was dismissed for trying to seduce Master Richard." "What?!" I gasped, my eyes widened in shock at her statement. "Why would Master Richard dismiss your daughter for trying to entertain him? I thought he said that he is a man with desires, so why should he have sent your pretty daughter away?" I asked aloud, unaware that Richard was in the house with us. He stood at the balcony watching us, but Madonna anxiously shushed me up.

That would be a big plus for me. "Come in." I said. "Well? Spit it out." I said. "I still don't know where Mr Adams lives but..." Richard said. "But what?! Go straight to the point!" I yelled. "Calm down Dave." Hilton said. I took a deep breath. "Okay, let's hear you out." Hilton said. "Thank you sir." Richard replied to Hilton. "I have some information about his daughter. She is his only child and also works under one of your companies. Her name is bella and she is twenty three years old." Richard said.