Richard Osman Novels & Stories

Esther grumbled as she fixed her seatbelt. "Really? Is it an old guy with large bucks?" Elise asked funnily. Esther froze for a while, remembering the prestige and exquisiteness of that important person. She was sour again in her heart. Really lucky, not only having loads of cash, still having a hot and rich husband! "Yeah, he's old!" Esther responded indignantly. "So you are not the one who has a sugar daddy, but that woman. And you can still leech her off!" Elise teased and chuckled.

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After a while, someone asked, "What? Is it the business genius Oscar James from Hajera?" They found it a bit unbelievable. Oscar often appeared in financial magazines. How could he come to their small company? It was simply incredible. But when they looked up and saw the dignified gentleman standing next to Jessamine, he seemed to be the same person they had seen in the magazines, but more charismatic in person than in print.

Richard fell silent once again. Henry. Richard remembered him; he was a man on par with Ethan. Five years ago, at the trial, Henry was also present. "The tricks of the rich...We can't play along with them. Jasmine, I can support you now; I work as a bodyguard in the Ryan family and have a monthly salary of thirty thousand. I can support both of you." Richard wanted Jasmine to come back. What good could come out of her staying with Henry; she'd suffer at his hands.

After a while, he walked over to me and the driver got in his car and left. “ Are you ready to go, bellissima? “ I nodded my head and we started walking on the pavement to my motel. “ What do you do for a living? “ I asked to break the ice. The man was clearly rich. He was wearing Armani from head to toe and he had an expensive car plus a driver. “ I own many businesses. Usually, I invest in collapsing businesses and bring them to their feet. “ I nodded my head in understanding. “ What about you? “

Confused to the point where it can’t even reply. “My traitor niece,” Osman suddenly says, his voice a soft croon, the tone someone might use to refer to someone they are especially fond of. “It’s nice to see you back in our home. Remember all these dresses around us? Remember how they’re all for a nice wedding?” He then turned to me. “She almost married that General you hate so much. Don’t worry about him, though. I took care of him for you.” With that, he winks and chuckles as though someone just cracked a good joke.

she murmured, more to the room than to anyone in particular, and slipped quietly out after Nathan, leaving Olivia alone in the wide, sunlit foyer with nothing but the fading echo of footsteps and her own unsteady heartbeat. Richard's office occupied the west wing of the mansion, a wood-paneled room lined with framed photographs of shipping contracts signed, ribbons cut, decades of Walker Group triumphs displayed like trophies. He closed the door firmly behind them and settled into the leather chair behind his desk without offering Ryan a seat, a small, deliberate power play Ryan recognized from a lifetime of watching his father conduct business. "Sit," Richard said anyway, after a beat, gest

Elma nodded and stepped inside. Richard was behind a desk that could fit her whole apartment on top of it. The surface was bare except for a single folder, a pen, and a glass of water. He stood when she entered and gestured to the chair across from him. No smile. No frown. Just assessment. Sit, Miss Okonkwo, he said. No formalities today.

I didn’t know how long our talk lasted but I could tell he noticed I was a bit distracted and that was when he let me go but what I didn’t expect was seeing Tessa with the same man I never wanted to see her with Richard is a cunning and a fucking bastard his father was second in command to the last leader of the Russian mafias but he was born in the United states the only resons he keeps answering his English name and she’s like one even though he had ancient Russian blood running through his veins. If there was one thing I knew about him over the years. We have learnt to stay off each other's businesses and tried our best to cooperate in ways but seeing him with Tessa raced my heart in ways

He pulled a small meal planner notepad from his trench coat, and a pen, with which he began scratching. “—he killed Michelle, Tom. He abducted my daughter!” Richard rolled to his knees, wheezing, and the Sallow Man blinked owlishly, his eyes huge beneath their hoods of flesh. Something terrible passed over his battered face and the pad fell from his fingers. He shook his too-large head in horror. “Are you nuts?” came Tommy’s reply. “This is Owen Croom. Don’t you remember him?” “No. Who?” Richard squeezed his eyes shut, forehead to the ground. “Look, no seeds . . . ” he rasped, nearly laughing. “What did you say?”