Richard X George Novels & Stories

"Well, what about a book?" "Antonio knows nothing about my situation. I lisd to him okay? I couldn't tell him what I did, and so he thinks he can take me to court if he gets his hands on the signed book that contains the will to my wealth. He thinks our late father had a secret wealth meant for us both, that I've kept to myself the entire time." Ge explained. I thought it made absolutely no sense but I still chose to ignore it. I continued to internally convince myself that he was not a part of my oife, and so I wouldn't commit his words to heart.

And it hurts at times. Georgie was on her way to Ben’s office when she was intercepted by Richard DeBurgh. ‘Ah, Georgie, my dear,’ he said, ‘I’ve been meaning to have a little chat with you about something. Have you got a minute?’ ‘Sure,’ she said, ‘but I haven’t got much time. I have to meet Mr Blackwood in a few minutes.’ Richard opened his office door and waved her through. ‘Come in and make yourself comfortable. Ben won’t mind waiting.’

Tell me now. Barrett finally met her gaze, his face gravely. "George finally passed away. I'm sorry.” Victoria's face went ash white. "How long?" she whispered. "A few days after Richard’s sentence, the doctors tried their best but..." "A few days ago?" Her voice rose sharply. "Why didn't anyone tell me? Does Richard know?" She swayed on her feet. "My George is dead and nobody told me?" "Yes, he does; I told him the day you called.”

His suit was crisp, his expression one of amusement and approval. I recognized him immediately—George Lennox, one of Kane Group’s major shareholders. He was an influential figure, known for his shrewd business acumen and no-nonsense demeanor. Though he was well into his fifties, his sharp eyes missed nothing, and his presence alone commanded respect. "That was quite the announcement," George said with a chuckle, his gaze flickering toward me. "And quite the surprise." Richard didn’t miss a beat. "I don’t believe in surprises, George. Just careful planning."

Instantly, everyone was stunned and they could not figure out what was going on. George stood respectfully in front of Philip, bowed, and said, “Mr. Clarke.” Everyone was astounded by that scene! George Thomas, the richest man in Riverdale, actually bowed to Philip, that useless man!

George stood up and obediently said, “I’ll take my brothers and Mel to wash our hands.” Mdm. Xavier looked at them in a loving manner. “Good boy. Richard, take the kids to the restroom quickly.” “No.” George waved. “We’re four years old. We can wash our hands on our own. We’ll be back soon.”

But her silence, her lowered gaze, betrayed her. George straightened slowly, his voice dropping, sharp as broken glass. “You think I don’t see? You play savior one night, then executioner the next morning. That woman is breaking herself open for you—for your children—and you’re too much of a coward to let her be what she already is.” Richard’s jaw flexed, his whole body trembling. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.” “Oh, I know exactly.” George’s bloody smile twisted. “The great Richard can’t admit what he wants. Because if you did, you’d have to face the truth—it isn’t Hannah’s memory that holds you back. It’s you. It’s your fear.”

“Who took her? What happened?” “I couldn’t see,” George said, “couldn’t see them.” Richard let him sag down the wall and propped him there. He sprang toward the Cornish staircase but halted, indecision suffocating him, raw panic driving him outside and down the front porch steps instead. Heart hammering in his chest, he tried to draw breath into his lungs and found he couldn’t. His eyes swept back and forth for any sign of her. Anything. He searched wildly around the house, yelling her name, looked through all the bushes. Up and down the street. On the verge of screaming, Richard ran back inside. He staggered, his legs almost giving out, then he dove at the telephone and upended the entire s

"It gets a bit crowdy over here...do it for the sake of your privacy." "I'll try," Kevin said and followed him. "By the way, what's your name again?" "Oh, I didn't mention before. My name is Richard, Richard Jones. Nice to meet you?" "Just call me George."

As George opened the door to lie on his bed, Richardson pointed a gun at him as he commanded, “Hands up and shut your mouth!” George did as he instructed Richardson went ahead to ask him to say his last prayer, “You have but ten seconds to say your last prayer and the time starts now. So he began to count one, two, three, and when he got to the fifth number, George quickly knelt and shut his eyes and pretended as if he was muttering some prayers. And as Richardson pulled the trigger of the gun, George somersaulted and kicked the gun out of his hands. So Richardson gave him a resounding blow as George staggered and repositioned in the next minute and returned the blow.