The Rich Lady Clocks In Novels & Stories

Beautifully engraved. Its hands had stopped permanently at... 11:43. Richard froze. 11:43. The same time the mysterious maintenance card accessed the executive floor every single night. His pulse quickened. "Olivia." He whispered into his phone. "I found the watch." "What time is it stopped at?" "Eleven forty-three." Silence. Then Olivia quietly replied, "That's impossible." "No." Richard answered. "I don't think it is." Meanwhile... Back at Holloway Industries... Diane couldn't stop thinking about the recording.

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”

My stomach twisted violently at the thought, and I had to steady myself, my fingers curling slowly at my sides. “Julian,” I called, my voice tight, strained. He stepped forward immediately, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Yes, Ms. Rhonda?” I pointed at the dismantled clock, my eyes not leaving the small, evil-looking camera. “Since when has that clock been there?” He blinked, clearly not expecting that question. “That clock?” he muttered, glancing between me and the wall. He paused, thinking. “It’s been there for a long time. Since your grandfather was still in office, I believe.”

RICHARD'S POV The clock on my office wall read 3:15 PM, and though my eyes scanned the emails flooding in, my mind was already far from the glowing screen. I’d promised Penny and Ryan I’d pick them up today — it was their first official day in a new school, and I wouldn’t miss that moment for anything. I stood up, sliding my laptop shut just as if timed, and Chloe appeared at the door. "You seem like you're in a hurry, Rich. Planning an escape?" She asked, arms crossed, a teasing glint in her eyes.

Chapter 3: A Rich Son’s Sport. The Fontaine name didn’t belong at the racetrack. It was loud, hot, and raw. Smelling of rubber and fuel and sweat. Marilyn stepped onto the VIP platform in heels and designer sunglasses, diamonds glittering at her throat. No one would guess that this dressed up lady's mind was anywhere else but here. She was still stuck on the awkward breakfast from the previous day which had ended with a furious Victor storming out of the room and Marilyn ending up with lingerie she wanted nothing to do with.

NADIA POV) The hospital clock ticked loudly in the silent corridors, and I realized it was already three in the early morning. The long night had stretched beyond my endurance, but my thoughts were miles away. I glanced at Richard, who seemed as composed as ever. Despite the late hour, his tailored suit looked untouched, and his confidence radiated through the room. Richard turned to Mrs. Johnson and Tamara, speaking in a calm but commanding tone. “Mrs. Johnson, Tamara, it’s late. You both need to go home and rest. My driver is already here with one of my cars to take you home safely.”

Master James treat him well like a brother, he give him a card that can access and can be used if he went to any business establishment he went. Jackson informed some details and reminders to Richard when they are done eating. Jackson gave the photo of Belle. Richard was amazed by the beauty of Belle, This lady is really a princess of Bueneva. After they talk. Richard send Jackson home. After stepping out from the car. Jackson happily bid goodbye to Richard. Jackson entered the Mansion. He inhailed and felt the fresh air from his home, it's been a year when he last came home after looking around the sorroundings he continued to walk. Their guard welcome him.

Evening descended swiftly, and Robert was already dressed for the blind date his mother had set up. The whole thing felt ridiculous, but he'd learned not to underestimate her persistence. It was five minutes until the arranged time for dinner. Robert smirked, glancing at his Patek Philippe Grand Complications, the gleaming platinum watch catching the light. He had no intention of being on time. If anything, he wanted to show up late, appear unbothered and ruthless.

I asked. “It is I, Richard.”He answered. I did not expect him to come at that period of time.It felt surprising.He came inside the house with a woman that could be in her fifty’s. “Good morning,Miss Cherry.”He greeted. “Good morning,Richard.Why are you here today so early this morning ? I was not expecting you.” “I came on time to deliver the message you sent me. I had already scrutinized my way out to get the best of the housekeeper that you were looking for.”

Everything about her screamed precision, from her perfectly polished nails to the sharpness in her gaze. "Good morning, Mr. Bracknell," she greeted, her tone clipped and professional. "You’re late." I frowned. "Late?" "Yes," she said, glancing at her tablet. "You were scheduled to meet Mr. Richmond at nine sharp. It’s now 10:02."