Secretly Rich Man Gerald Novels & Stories

“Gerald, enough with the excuses. My parents are dead because of Richard. You knew. You were part of it. You’re not getting out of this clean. But if you help us, maybe you’ll still have a chance to walk away.” He swallowed hard, rubbing his hands together as though the motion could erase his guilt. “What do you want from me?” “The truth,” I said sharply. “Everything you know about Richard. His operations, his connections—anything that could lead us to the evidence we need.” Gerald hesitated, glancing nervously between Zack and me. Finally, with a defeated sigh, he spoke.

She said honestly. “I think it is better that way, I mean if you knew me you would hate me as much as I hate myself.” Jerald said putting the condoms back in the drawers and turning his back away from her. “How would you know? I mean you never gave me a chance to… you know, hate you.” She explained and Jerald sighed. “Besides, I also have secrets and by secrets I mean dark secrets!” “Mine are darker! They are darker and of the deadly variety and…” He felt her warm hands wrap her arms from his back.

This left Andrew in astonishment, he counted the number of digits to be sure he did not hallucinate it. Alexandre Gates transferred a sum of Ten million for a mere marriage contract and his appearance. How rich was this man!! In all his twelve years of experience. He had never received such an amount of money for doing well...nothing!! However, being a professional. Andrew Garfield shortly rebuilt the expression of awe with a frigid one. He did not want them to notice his excitement. The driver launched the engine and drove away. There lived a period of hush ness for a while till, they gave attention to Xander's gravelly voice from back. " Turn off the AC and drive to the nearest hospital"

She looked up to him. " Who is he?" Gerald asked, he couldn't keep the distate from his voice. " Oh, that's Mr Murphy." Serena replied. " Murphy? Never heard of him." He replied, his voice gruff. " Oh.... He's just a count's son." Serena replied. Gerald stared down at her. " You were dancing with him." He stated flatly. " Yes, is there a problem with that?" Serena asked, wondering why Gerald was reacting like this. " No." Gerald said but his demeanor said otherwise.

“You’re talking nonsense. I’m leaving. Thanks for dinner.” I started walking, but he grabbed my wrist. “Let go. What the hell are you doing?” I glanced around, worried people were staring. Derek was well-known here, and so was I. The last thing I needed was a paparazzo snapping a photo of us. “Give me a chance, Elara. I’ll take care of your son too,” he begged, dropping the one secret I’d kept hidden for years. My eyes widened in horror. “H-how do you know?”

While having such a difficult time looking at the packing tape, it caught my attention in my handbag, where I almost forgot to put it on the cartoon. "What is this?" I murmured as I opened it and saw a little envelope. I opened it with a cheque amounting of One Hundred Million And there's a note with it... "My son doesn't love a beggar uneducated like you, so stop chasing him. You'll know soon that he was going to marry a girl whom he loves the most, and that's not you!" I dug for more and saw some pictures of Brandon with a girl. They kissed, they were happy, and he was proposing to a girl. And I know this time he was in Hawaii.

Donna said taking a sip of her martini. "Also, I don't usually do that at night." Her evasive answers must have irked the woman, but Donna just kept looking at her. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Donna asked. "No." "Wife?" "No." "You are gay though?" Addie laughed then. "Yes, I am. Why all the questions, we've already established we don't have any chemistry?"

When I returned with my apron, he was still there, giving me those eyes that sparked my curiosity instantly. “My answer is no.” I said firmly and attended to the bald man on the other side of the counter, “what drink, sir?” “Ugh. He’s a billionaire, Oli. The richest client you’ll ever have, I swear!” “No.” I said firmly, “I quit, Mark. I can’t do this shit anymore. I’m fed up of it, okay? If he’s so rich, why not take him on yourself?”

she tossed the envelope toward him, “but consider this an initial payment.” Fred didn’t even look her in the eyes, not risking a change of heart and backing out of the plan. He glanced inside the envelope, unimpressed, then handed her the pregnancy test. “Remember, Alessia, I have your secret,” he warned her before letting go of the paper. “Any wrong move in not keeping your promises, and Benjamin and the whole city will know you lied.” Alessia’s blood froze in her veins. She didn’t reply. What could she say to him? That she had stolen from her bankrupt father to complete her nearly perfect plan? It wasn’t the moment to show weakness.

He couldn't believe that his driver had helped and saved him either from these armed men. Bruce didn't talk or ask him if he was alright; instead, he moved closer and helped him to walk. The older man tried to walk, but his knees shivered. Worry flashed on his face when he remembered his granddaughter. "Solene was alright. You don't need to worry about her." Bruce stated, which made him scowl. "What makes you think that I'm worried about that bitch? She was a disgrace to my family!" The older man walked towards his family members, but he secretly glanced at Solene, who hugged her brother tightly.