Richard Price Novels & Stories

It was the largest vivid purplish-pink diamond in the world, and every eye in the room was locked onto it. Without blinking, I raised my bidding paddle. The hammer dropped at 238 million. Clyde's expression as he swiped the card? Priceless. I acted oblivious, beaming as I pulled him in front of the cameras. "Honey, thank you so much," I said brightly, leaning into him. "I can't believe you got me something this extravagant. You're the best—love you tons!" Applause broke out all around us, and congratulations were offered. "Mr. Sherwood really is famous for spoiling his wife—we've heard the stories, but now we've seen it for ourselves."

Step by step, their greed, selfishness, ingratitude, and betrayal drive them to the edge. Kindness was a choice, a virtue. It was not an obligation, especially not for those who don’t deserve it. I often thought that if I hadn’t had that car, that office building, those connections like Mr. Parker, maybe the person digging through trash under the bridge that night would have been me. This world is never gentle. Sometimes, it’s cruel. This was my final lesson for Winnie and Noah. However, the tuition was steep. Too steep that they would pay for it with their lives.

“Mr. Richard, what are you doing? Hurry and get up.” “Ms. Thea, I won’t get up if you don’t agree.” “Alright, I agree, I agree. Get up first.” Richard finally stood up. His forehead was already injured yesterday. The wound had just clotted, but it began to bleed again after bowing on the ground. The Hill members were dumbfounded. This was the richest man in North Cansington. However, he was kneeling on the ground like a dog, begging Thea to spare him.

The hashtag #PriscillaPriceReturns shot to the top of trending searches on X, setting the Internet ablaze. "Welcome back, Queen!" "Now that Queen Priscilla has returned, Capitol's high society is about to descend into chaos again!" "Who is Priscilla? Is she really that famous?" "If you don't know who Priscilla is, you must be Gen Z." Older netizens quickly jumped in to educate the uninformed. The Price family had risen to prominence in the previous era. After the founding of the nation, the first-ever central bank governor had come from the Price family. Priscilla, now 47 years old, was the adopted daughter of the Price family.

Edward commented. “Wait, 8 hours?!? Any news on Princess and the cloaking spell?“ Richard said, frowning. Edward looked crestfallen as he said, “We have been working on it through the night, no luck so far!” Richard cursed before saying, “ I bloody kill her when I get my hands on her!” ============================

“Richard, where is the runaway waitress hiding?” Richard kept his eyes straight ahead, his jaw locked in a frighteningly rigid line. A cameraman stepped directly into his path, blocking his way to the street. Without breaking stride, Richard planted a firm hand on the man’s shoulder and shoved him aside with a raw, bruising force that silenced and temporarily scattered the immediate circle of reporters. The "Ice Prince" wasn't just cold today; he was outright dangerous. He pushed his way to the nearest subway entrance, completely ignoring the flashing lights, his mind only focused on one singular objective: to get to the Greyhound station.

Tears and mucus were streaming down his face. “Heartless?” I smiled, radiant and bright. “Compared to what you did to me on our wedding day, this is nothing. “Lucian, adults must pay the price for their choices. “Your youth was expensive—this was the price you owed.” With that, I waved my hand. “Drag him away. From now on, this man will not be allowed within half a step of Cross Industries' offices. “Anyone who lets him in will be fired.” “Yes, Miss Cross!”

Do you know he went deep into the mountains to gather this blood vine, fell from a cliff, and nearly broke a leg? "The hundred thousand you gave each month wasn't even enough for the medicinal primer. He poured in his own money and half his life to snatch a woman who should've died five years ago back from death itself. "And what did you do? You treated your savior like a thief and worshiped a death-dealing fool as a treasure!" After hearing Dr. Mercer's words, Mrs. Whitmore completely broke down. She slid down the counter, covered her face, and her shoulders shook violently.

Richard’s bid was simply to make things difficult for Andrius’ group. However, Noir did not care about Richard’s identity and status. Since he already promised Katalina, he would not back down easily. After all, they were already here and had already gotten into a fight. What was there to be afraid of? Noir glanced at Richard, then withdrew his gaze and said slowly, “260 million.” This price was still within Noir’s affordable range. After all, he had some wealth from his years of executing missions. “You want to buy an unparalleled beauty of Flandom with just 260 million? That’s a blasphemy against the beauties of Flandom.”

I shiver. With a degree in PR, I'm no stranger to social media. And Richard Platton is the king of it. From a wealthy family, he was already well-known on both coasts before storming the stock market during his years at Dartmouth. Since he graduated, in the same class and school as my brother, he's only become richer and more notorious.