What Was Richie's Secret Novels & Stories

Riya said, her words shameless and unapologetic. " I knew that you would help me Granny, thank you so much. " Zick with a hidden smirk. " I know that guy, Maxwell Williams. He is the first richest trillionaire in this country which makes you the second richest person in this country." " Don't worry, I'm helping you because you've changed into a good boy. " Riya said. " Just give me a week to sort everything out okay? Go and freshen up and come down for breakfast okay? "

I’m still the only child of my parents, I’m not ready to die yet. When they confirmed that everywhere was okay, we were asked to go down the stairs one at a time and I let Heather get down first before me. When I got down to the basement, I saw the reason why General Harold and the guys were stunned by what they saw. Judging by the things down here, it is safe to say that Richard was the richest man in this country when he was alive, I mean even after death. There are floor-to-ceiling shelves all around this basement and it’s all pulled up with gold and precious stones, making the basement glitter.

Dante teased, causing Richie to tighten his grip on Dante's neck. "Don't ever mention him as my father-in-law! I don't have demon in-laws like that," Richie fumed, his eyes flashing with rage. "Okay, be patient, young sir. I have hidden the luxury car in a safe place. How about we sell? It. We'll use the money to splurge. How about that?" Richie smiled wryly as if Dante's words were beginning to interest him. Dante's suggestion might sound interesting, but Richie was more interested in having a better plan.

"What? What secret?" "What secret have you got?" "None." "Really? Including the one point eight billion dollars hidden in your very cozy apartment?" With every reveal, Richard is taken aback but this one is worth more than any other. He immediately bends down as far as he can go. "Please don't kill me or tell anyone. I'll stay quiet all my life. Infact, how much do you want?" The voice chuckles gruffly. "How much do I want? How about if I say I want two billion?"

“I don’t mind talking about it. It happens over there.” I knew his nonchalance was likely his way of protecting himself from the memories. I didn’t blame him a bit for wanting to forget those parts of his life. “And when he came crawling back home, literally, he discovered he was mega-rich, and we got this harebrained idea to go into business together,” Richie said. “He couldn’t do this without me. I’m the brains, and he’s the money in this duo.” We all laughed. Trent seemed very at ease with his pal. “Keep telling yourself that. Ladies, I don’t know about you, but when I eat pizza, I need cold beer. Anybody want a beer?” He pushed the half-drunk glass of wine away.

“You came to the right guy! I’m all in. What do you need me to do?” Richie rubbed the back of his neck, thinking carefully about his next words. “I need you to help me set everything up, but it’s got to be a secret. Leah can’t know about any of this. And I was hoping you could get Mariam involved. She’s Leah’s best friend, and she’d know exactly what Leah would want.”

She placed her hands over Richie’s directing it to her perfect spot and when it hit, she came with a loud shout. “Fucking hell!” Richie cursed. That was the sexiest thing he’d ever experienced. His resolve to go slow finally broke as he pulled his jeans down the length of his legs and released his manhood from behind his briefs. He stroked up the length of a hard, rock person. Pumping fervently until he was certain he was ready for her. Taken by lust and with an unquestionable desire to satisfy his pleasure, he slid his manhood into her secret zone without any protection.

I paid for his life and walked away with him. He never forgot that. Back then, he was thin, pale, starving. Now he was tall, strong, well-trained. Loyal. But even in his silence, I always sensed there was more to Richie than he let on. I had tried to dig into his past once, asked questions, offered him comfort. He never spoke of it. But everything about him—the way he carried himself, the way he never panicked, the way he seemed born to lead—I knew Richie didn’t come from nothing. There was wealth in his bones. Nobility he refused to acknowledge.

Richard shouted, "You bad guy! Even if we didn't contact each other in the past few years, you should have sent me a wedding invitation, shouldn't you?" As soon as he said that, he knitted his thick black eyebrows, "That's not right. I didn't hear that you've got married." "I haven't held a wedding yet." "So..." Richard was even more surprised when he heard this, "Did you get married secretly?" What the f*ck! James had wanted to announce to the world that he had got married a long time ago! However, the truth was that he really got married secretly... "Wow, Jimmy!" Richard laughed and reached out to pat James on the shoulder, "I didn't expect that a person like you would be so trendy. You ac

“I can't tell you. It's a secret.” “Is that so?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “Since when do you keep secrets from your best friend?” She laughed, the sound melodious. “Duh. Since forever. I've kept so many secrets from you for years, Richy.” I raised a brow. “Oh yeah? Do you mind telling me one?”