The Beloved Fool Novels & Stories

POV: Raphael “Jeez, thank you!” Eloise let out a deep breath and sighed in exhaustion, pretending to wipe off her imaginary sweat. “I was wondering how long I could keep up this pretense, and how long it would take you to realize that compared to me, you are nothing. You are just a big fool who thinks that money is everything. You think you have it all, you think you know it all. But you have nothing and you don’t know a thing about me, not one thing.

“Gildeon said something similar.” “Gildeon is a good man. And I know he truly loved you.” “Then he is a fool.” Kohina tilted her head slightly. “Is he truly a fool if that love was returned?”

" The bodyguards immediately stepped in, pinning Jennifer down. She struggled for a moment but couldn't break free. Then, she threw her head back and laughed bitterly, voice full of scorn. "Julian, you fool! So full of yourself! You wanted to defy your parents so badly that you blindly believed me! You refused to believe Miley and thought she was in cahoots with your mom and dad! You didn't even have the guts to admit you loved her! You're the real villain in all of this!" Jennifer was dragged away. But her shrill laughter echoed in Julian's ears, stabbing straight into his heart. It left him breathless. He was the one who had used the cruelest words to hurt Miley.

Eventually, he grew emotional and yelled, "I just made an error, that's all! "There's always a margin of error. This doesn't prove that I tampered with the report. You can't just accuse me of falsifying the report!" All of a sudden, David remembered something. He excitedly pulled out his phone and started scrolling through it. After looking through his gallery, he pulled out the photo of the finger diagram and said, "Nick reminded me of something. There's always a margin of error, but the prints on the drug vial definitely belong to Natalie. This is concrete proof that no one touched the vial but her."

A towering man, nearly two meters tall and built like a fortress of muscle, stepped into the room against the light. The moment Nathan saw him, his eyes lit up with glee. He hurried forward with an obsequious grin plastered on his face. “Mr. Morgan Williamson? Are you Mr. Williamson? Fantastic! “There’s a shameless fraud here pretending to be Mr. Brooke. Please, teach him a lesson—show him what happens to impostors! “Beat him to death for all I care. He has no parents and no background. He’s just a stray, despised by everyone.”

I have been watching them going out for lunch and giggling over silly videos, all while he kept bringing her coffee to her desk like a lovesick puppy just to have a chat. And honestly, it’s ridiculous. But who am I kidding? Anybody who doesn't fall for his kind soul is an idiot. “It’s…it’s just…he is your beloved,” she stutters. “But there is more. He—” Exhaling irritated, I glare at her as she trembles with rage. “The concept of the beloved is just something for the weak…and the animals, so they can believe they can find some happiness while being cursed. It’s ridiculous and you know it. I wouldn’t know why I should keep him. My head aches all the time.”

“That’s what fools are for. Do whatever you want with me. Beat me, and tomorrow, they’ll laugh that I earned it.” Ferdinand laughs at the absurdity of the fool’s words. “Beating you won’t change the fact that you laid those filthy hands on what’s mine. Off with his hands. Lash her.” He bellows to the guards, “What are you idiots waiting for?” The jester doesn’t relent. “If your Majesty wishes to punish the one who started the dance, then let it be me alone. A fool exists to entertain. She merely answered.” No one around here has ever stuck out their own neck to save me.

“Last time I checked, you don’t do impulsive things. So cut the act, Raymond. Let’s just pretend none of this happened.” He frowned. “You really meant what you said at the party? You’re taking this too far over one small mistake.” I closed my eyes. No. This guy didn’t just say that. Let's be real, when it comes to using this phrase “a fool for love” I think they might be describing all the stupid things I've done just for Raymond. Done is even an understatement— sacrificed and overlooked because I keep making excuses for the jerk and he had the gut to just guilt-trip me?

he whispered. "No," I corrected, leaning closer until our faces were inches apart. "A fool is someone who doesn't know better. You knew exactly what you were doing when you used my love to build this company. You used me as a stepping stone and kicked me away when you reached the top. Now, I’m just pulling the stone out from under your feet. Don't pretend you're shocked."

At my wedding reception, one of Patricia Ferguson's friends suggests a party game to liven things up. She keeps the rhythm, then points at me. "What's something you see at a wedding?" I look at Patricia beside me and point to myself, beaming. "The groom." My friend, Gordon Palmer, shoots me a knowing look before saying with a smirk, "A pathetic bed warmer." I freeze. I'm about to demand an explanation when Patricia's older sister, Amelia Ferguson, gives me a pointed look and sneers. "The side piece." As the color drains from my face, Patricia gently pats my head. "The truth is, Marvin and I got married last year. If your mother hadn't begged me to take care of you before she died, I