Richard Price Novels & Stories

His scream echoed harshly off the concrete walls. "You know nothing of my son, worm!" I twisted my heel savagely until he whimpered. "Now tell me what ploys you have in motion, or pain shall be your world!" Panting raggedly, Richard still glared up defiantly. "Information...has a price..." His shattered hand spasmed uselessly under my boot but he made no pleas for mercy. My lip curled in disgust. He would cling to his petty leverage til the bitter end. I leaned down slowly, until my face loomed over Richard's wrecked one. "The price is your life itself, snake. But perhaps there is wisdom in keeping you around briefly." My smile held no warmth. "You can deliver a message for me before your us

Andrea's POV “My house in Santorini is becoming a headache,” the silver-head man in front of me says, swirling his drink like he owns the ocean itself. “Every summer there is some renovation issue. The staff says salt air destroys everything.” I tilt my head slightly and laugh, not too loud, not too soft. “That must be exhausting. Owning too many homes sounds like such a burden.” He grins, pleased that I understand the tragedy of his life. His name is Richard something. I stopped listening after he mentioned the third property.

With a measured nod, he replied, "Did I?" "You were working with Rossetti all this time," I whispered, anger seeping into my voice. "I partnered with him for the money," Jean said, a glint of pride in his eyes. “Besides, you'd be surprised how much selling off children would get you.” He laughed after that. "You sold children into darkness," I pressed, disgust thickening in my tone. All those times he took my money and hit me and he was trading children. "I only arranged transportation," he corrected, his voice devoid of remorse.

“Why would I do that? How would I not recognize this old face? “If it weren’t for you coming over and making a big fuss to embarrass me, I wouldn’t have done this! I’m not a monster! “Even though my career isn’t as established as yours, I’m still rather successful. Aren’t you scared that my mother will find out about this and be upset over it?” His irrationality made me want to slap him. However, Mary’s safety was more important than our marriage. I gritted my teeth and almost gave in. At the same time, a man started speaking. “Helen, is that you? What’s going on?” I turned around and saw Richard Lee, a CEO who had a long working relationship with my company.

I couldn't stand seeing her with arrogant man that think he had the world under his feet. I knew Tayo Dasilva, at least low key. We went to the same College but were in different faculties. Everyone knew Tayo Dasilva, the son of the famous business tycoon, Charles Dasilva and also the most notorious rich boy on campus who threw parties every weekend and changed women like cloths. He got rusticated when he was caught selling drugs on school ground and that was when he travelled out of the country. I was very sure he met Jewel in the states.

“I like a man with confidence. And what do I get if you fail?” Mr. Wells thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Name your price.” James leaned in, eyes glinting with mischief. “A favor. Of my choosing. At any time.” Mr. Wells held out his hand. “Done.” James shook it, his grin widening. “This should be entertaining.” The Approach With the wager set, Mr. Wells turned his attention back to Elena. He took his time crossing the room, his steps unhurried, calculated. The air between them shifted slightly as he neared, but she remained still, seemingly unaware of his approach.

“Why d…do you…want to…kill…me? Wh…hat…have I done to…you?” “It's nothing personal,” the man's voice was as cold as ice. “It's just a manhunt.” And the last thing the guy has ever heard in his life was the loud bang of the revolver that ended him. He almost escaped. Only almost. * * * “Hi, good morning. The two of you must be Mr. And Mrs. Andrews?” asked Jacob Price politely, professionally like the way his Snyder Italian Cashmere Sutton Suit in Navy Blue wrapped around his well-built figure. He stood up at a height of 5'11. His hair was dark and soft and the perfect haircut for his oval-shaped face. Blessed with a pair of blue eyes—as blue as the skies, just looking through those windows cou

Richard, who was right beside me, looked at me with an aggrieved expression. "You shouldn't drag me into this, honey. You see, I definitely conduct business with a conscience." I couldn't help but smile in response. Richard was always focused on creating high-value products for his customers. His products, hotels, and real estate developments used the highest-quality materials but were sold at the lowest possible prices. That approach allowed his company to expand rapidly, earning a stellar reputation in the process.

Her words still echoed in my mind. “We originally planned a marriage of half a million but the girl’s family reeks of poverty. 200,000 should be more than enough to shut them up.” That night, I told Lionel about it. He criticized his mother for her insensitivity and promised to privately make it up to me. That promise never materialized. Three years into our marriage, after one too many drinks, Lionel finally confessed the truth. “Yeah, I knew about the reduced budget for the wedding. My mom asked for my opinion before doing it.”

However, her injuries were so severe that she died on her first day in prison. As for Shawn, Derek crippled him and cast him out of the family. For the rest of his days, he lived a life worse than death. Later, I learned from others that Shawn had been found dead in an abandoned building. Stray cats and dogs had fed on his body, leaving behind a grisly scene. Once a rising young businessman in society, he ended up as nothing more than a meal for strays. The story sounded almost unbelievable. Derek and I both felt that was exactly what he deserved.