Richard Price Novels & Stories

“The one he sold to Jace.” Vincent nodded. “Precisely.” I sat back, shaking. “They buried my family, took everything, and handed me the bones.” Jace’s hand slid into mine. “And,” Vincent added slowly, “there’s more.” I lifted my head. “They’re in massive debt. Despite all their pretense, their fortune is bleeding out. That’s why they were so eager about the marriage—they thought Jace was modestly rich, but when they saw how wealthy the Lysanders were...”

"New documentation in place. Cross-referenced and clean. The twelve days are fully accounted for. If Nathan Price goes back to those entry records, he will find a complete and consistent timeline. Nothing to pull." I exhaled. The long kind. The kind you hold for two days without realising it. "Good." I pressed my fingers flat against the bench, feeling the cool solidity of it under my hands. "Thank you, Ray." A brief silence followed. "There is something else." His tone shifted, just slightly, in a way that made the back of my neck tighten. I set the tool down slowly. "Nathan Price made three calls today." Each word was placed with the care of someone delivering something fragile. "One to th

“Richard?” "You mean your friend, Mr. Richard Lawson?" She whispered out, her eyes blown wide, her mouth opened, and her heart pounding wildly against her chest wall, she was about to lose control of her emotions as her hands started to shake vigorously, so she quietly squeezed her hands together and took deep breaths to calm herself. “Yes Olivia, same Mr Richard.” Richard was a well-known businessman who lacked ethics and targeted weaker companies to absorb them. He has been on her father's neck for years because of the debt he owes him. He constantly threatens her father and even sends thugs to his workshop to destroy things.

I briefly explained to Richard what happened that day. Richard closed his eyes tightly, forcing back his tears. After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly. "Call my lawyer and the notary. From this day forward, I, Richard Prescott, am severing all ties with you, Jaclyn Prescott, and taking back everything the Prescott family ever gave you, including all the money and resources. From now on, your life has nothing to do with the Prescott family or me!" Jaclyn's head snapped up to look at Richard in disbelief. "Dad! I'm your biological daughter! How can you do this to me?!"

I said rudely and he smirked and brought out a big book from nowhere in particular. He opened the book and stared at me with that stupid smirk on his face . "Burn ,came his words . I started feeling hot and itchy ,I said nothing until it started getting out of hand "Khalid I feel hot,I whispered, itching my whole body stylishly. "Now back to what I was saying ,Prince Asim is just like me ,a witch's blood flows through his veins but he cannot control magic because he is not a wizard ,a wizard is a male witch with powers and not just blood .

Diane finally lifted her eyes to look at me, her gaze sharp with scrutiny and laced with mockery. "Kian, I heard you studied finance. You sit in a temperature-controlled office all day. Do you even know how much a delivery rider makes per order out there in the heat? "Do you know the price difference between a pound of vegetables and a pound of meat? You’ve never experienced the most basic realities of life. What gives you the right to talk about building anything?" Her questions left me speechless. Olivia shot me an anxious look, trying to smooth things over. "Mom, Kian, he—"

“Have you ever been to this city before? Ever heard of Tom?” Richard shook his head, his voice firm. “No, never. My assistant found Langston Enterprises, and said it was a solid investment. That’s why I’m here—profit, nothing else.” He set the photo down, his hands steady, his gaze meeting hers. “This is a coincidence, it has to be.” Priya snorted, her voice sharp. “Coincidence? That’s a stretch, buddy.” She stepped closer, her eyes locked on Richard. “Lauren, he’s gotta be lying. Nobody looks that identical by chance.”

Headlines spread like wildfire: ‘MIRA STEPHEN MELIŚ: THE QUEEN OF SECOND CHANCES FROM POVERTY TO PHILANTHROPY: HOW MIRA STEPHEN IS REDEFINING POWER.’ ‘JACKSON MELIŚ STANDS BOLDLY BESIDE WIFE AS NEW FOUNDATION LAUNCHES.’

“I didn’t learn his name.” “Savage.” He grinned. He seemed to sit and enjoy that for a moment. Then he settled, more serious, and asked, “everyday someone asks you out in here and everyday you reject them. Why?” I looked back at him and raised an eyebrow, “do you want to be next?” “No! No—No, I’m just curious. Why?” I shrugged, “I’m not interested in them.” “Because they’re not rich enough?” He assumed. I opened my mouth to protest but he brushed me off, “I heard you say that a few times. But Norm Hansley’s family is loaded. So if not him, who are you looking for?”

"You've got some nerve asking me for 30,000 dollars! First, give me back my 10,000 dollars!" The old lady paused, taken aback. Then, she leaped to her feet, pointing at Carmen and launching into a tirade, saying, "You hit me, so coughing up 10,000 dollars is only fair! And that's not even enough to cover it now!" She planted her hands on her hips, her voice ramping up with every word as she said, "You're rich, right? So what's the big deal about coughing up a little more for my doctor's bills!"