Richard Price Novels & Stories

“And how did she end up tangled in your dirty secrets? I thought you made it clear you were done with us.” “That’s none of your business,” Vincent snapped. “Can you find out or not?” “Of course I can,” Richard said smoothly. “But like I said… it comes at a price.” Vincent pinched the bridge of his nose. He should have known it wouldn’t be easy. “What do you want?” “Not much,” Richard replied. “Just a favor. I’ll let you know what it is once I find your girl.” Vincent hated owing anyone—especially someone like Richard. But he had no choice.

"Mr. Sumner, what brings you here?" Nyla asked. Seeing Nyla's composed demeanor, Richard frowned, his tone condescending. "Name your price, as long as you agree to let Cyrus go." Nyla remained calm. "And how much are you offering?" "That depends on your demand. The incident happened so many years ago. Even if you send Cyrus to prison, I can still find a way to get him out. Stubbornness won't benefit you," Richard stated.

She had titled the piece HENRY RICHARD’S HATE CLUB “Men will always be men but sometimes they go too far. The famous Henry Richard, C.E.O of Richard and Associates Pharmaceuticals Company is a married man who allegedly uses single ladies and dumps them. It’s sad that these women, victims of HENRY’s seduction, end up being discarded and have no choice but to remain in the shadows. If you are seeing this and are a victim, reach out to me anonymously through the handles below. It’s time to make the bastard pay.”

She said and closed the door when he stepped in. Following her to the family room, he saw Prince Christian sitting by the fireplace, reading a book. Christian looked up and raised a brow. He looked at Miriam, who introduced who he was, then ignored Richard. She went to let Shawn and the others know he was here. Aldridge and Joshua went to see him while Sebastian stayed in his room. “Well, you certainly look like crap,” Joshua said as he walked over and hugged him. Richard chuckled, then hugged Aldridge and said, “I really hope this isn’t a bother. I had nowhere to go, especially since my father kicked me out.”

Only the CEO of a small company failed to read the room and bid 100 thousand for the bracelet. What shocked me even more was that the man immediately slipped the bracelet onto his own wrist. I froze in place, for that man was Sylvan Galloway. He was my childhood neighbor and best friend. He'd moved away in middle school, and we completely lost contact after that. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined our reunion would happen after death. Not long after, the banquet came to an end. Elias kept glancing toward Sylvan. By the time they reached the parking lot, Elias finally couldn't hold back anymore and stepped in front of him. "You spent 100 thousand on a broken bracelet. Was it really wor

My dad and Anna were talking about getting married. I tried to stop them, but my dad snapped at me, refusing to listen. Then, Lance stepped forward and told him the truth. It was like a bucket of ice water dumped over him. My dad's expression changed instantly as he looked at Anna, like he was finally seeing her clearly for the first time. "So this is who you really are?" he demanded. Anna started begging, trying to explain, but it was too late. She had caused Lance's father's death, and indirectly, my mother's too. Then, unbelievably, she was trying to marry my father, clearly setting her sights on our family's wealth.

Pens, papers, nothing useful—until my hand brushed against something soft. Fabric. My breath caught. “I think I found something,” I whispered. Cynthia rushed over as I pulled out a neatly folded black handkerchief. My relief was short-lived when I realized… that was all there was. “Really?” Cynthia huffed. “Not even a pair of sleeves? What is this man’s problem?” “We need to keep looking,” I said, determined. Cynthia nodded. “Agreed. But hurry up. The last thing we need is Jaxon walking in on us mid-mission.”

Even so, how was this enough to avenge Jeremy's death? I sent some money to a person. … The next day, Francis was released from prison. Then, someone approached him and led him into gambling, letting him win in the beginning. Slowly, he won hundreds and thousands of dollars. The most he'd gotten in one night was a million dollars. He thought that he was the "Chosen One", destined to always win. Just as he really got into the habit of gambling, he began losing. In order to win back the money he lost, he sold his car and house and even sold the gifts that Benedict had given Yvonne before to sell for funds.

Later on, he confessed what he thought the moment he met my mother, "I was afraid you would think I was not good enough for you." After learning about my background, he worked himself to the bone and pushed his body to the limit. He fought tooth and nail to enter the high society circle of Newark City. He even spent $100 million to build me a manor. What was it that he said again? He once expressed to me that his sole purpose in life was the ambition to transform into a man who truly deserved to be by my side. "Miss?" I opened my eyes abruptly. The throbbing pain in my heart was choking the breath out of me.

She nodded then leaned against the window more thoughts flooding in and before she knew it she was already fast asleep. ******* Richard had spent the entire day in his study trying to arrange his life, well, trying to calculate his next move like he had always done in the past. Where was the issue why wasnt he being nominated fairly by the board or even by the people. He had been minister for a whole five years and he sure did deserve a raise didnt he? As more and more thoughts flooded in a call came in and he hoped Lucas had good news "Goodnews and goodnews only." "Sir, A.S.3."