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He stood, unbothered, and reached into his wallet. He handed me the tip without comment. Two thousand dollars. I stared at it. “This is too much.” “Nothing is too much for you,” he said, already slipping his jacket back on. “No.” Then he left. No goodbye. No explanation. He came back two days later. Then again. Then again. Always private. Always prepaid, and the worst part was that it was always me. It stopped feeling like coincidence and started feeling like structure. The sessions were always professional. He spoke only when necessary. He controlled the silence, the timing, the end.

Like she'd deleted them or they'd been deleted for her. That's when I started digging. Alexander Richie. Sixty-two years old. CEO of Richie Industries. Net worth around fifty million. And according to public records, this was his fourth marriage. My fourth marriage at sixty-two wasn't that strange. But when I looked up his previous wives, my stomach started churning. Elizabeth Richie, died 2019. Age twenty-four. Maria Richie, died 2020. Age twenty-five. Jennifer Richie, died 2022. Age twenty-four.

She doesn’t look away. “I’m just asking for the chance to be the guy you need sometimes.” I don’t miss the way Richie’s eye twitches when he says sometimes. I’ve known the guy long enough to know when he’s keeping shit to himself. I’d bet my Mustang he wants to be more than that. But Richie’s got his own problems. Divorce will do that to a guy, I guess. So I get it. He’s trying to protect himself. Because this is complicated. On so many fucking levels.

Oris’s face lit up; his smile spread wide. Richard set the bundles on the table and crossed his legs. “Three hundred thousand dollars. In cash.” Oris could hardly stay seated. “Uncle Richy,” he said, leaning forward, “the plan is simple. I spike Rachael’s drink and send her to your room. I’ll ‘catch’ you two together, and that’s my clean break. She likes you, too—I’ve seen it. Once I’m out of the picture, she’s yours.” Richard listened, then inclined his head. After a beat he asked, “And if she finds out the truth? She might hate you.”

"Bye, Nicole." I interrupted in return. The man drove away in a few moments while my son walked closer to me. I looked at him, trying to contain the curiosity that already felt unstoppable, but asked anyway. "So, what were you talking about earlier, Richard? I'd like to know...." I looked up at him, at my son, who had taken my hand in his. He smiled. "It's a secret, Mom. A secret between men." We were already in the house. My father was already there, and Richard had let go of my hand to give him a big hug. "Grandpa!"

“There had been many questions and rumours about the unborn child. It really pains me to hear such terrible things for a child who hasn’t even been born yet.” Valeria's heart pounded in her chest as she realised what Richie had just revealed, her mind reeling with shock and disbelief. Valeria rebuked him in a hushed tone, to Richie. “What... What are you doing?” Richie's smile widened as he turned to Valeria, his eyes gleaming with triumph. Richie whispered to her smugly. “It's time to embrace your future, my dear. And what better way to solidify your terrible days ahead other than in public. No?”

Alex asks, leaning in slightly, intrigued by the sudden seriousness in the air. I look at Richie and give him a subtle signal to take the floor. He takes a deep breath, clearly gathering his thoughts. "Well, I wanted to share something important with you guys about Rachel and me. We’ve been together for two weeks now, and honestly, it’s been the happiest time of our lives. So, we’ve made a big decision to let go of everything related to the Mafia, whether it’s legal or illegal. That definitely includes the diamonds." Richie meets my gaze, and I jump back into the conversation. "Since I’m the only one who can access the diamonds now, I’ve decided to hide them far away from everyone, where no

My heart was racing in its cage, I was on a death list, over nothing. I had just learnt a rich man’s secret. "Come on, we need to get out of..." he couldn't finish talking. He was interrupted by the sudden trembling of his hands. "What's wrong?!" I panicked, listening to his breathing quicken.

Regina turned to look at her friends. They stared at her with their lips parted and their eyes glazed over. Her sweet, simple Scott was rich. Hell, he was richer than anyone she had met. His last name was Kelly. She had heard the name Scott Kelly before. He was the owner of the largest construction firm in Florida. When Mika had gotten into real estate, she did everything she could to get a meeting with Scott Kelly. She wanted to be his realtor of choice to find him land projects, but she could never get anyone to call her back. Mika. Regina looked at her friend. “You knew, didn’t you?” she asked in an accusatory tone.

“No children, no romantic expectations. A clean and mutually beneficial arrangement.” I had blinked at him. “You’re serious?” He nodded once. I’d known Frey was rich. That much was obvious the second he stepped back into my life. But I hadn’t known he was this cold controlling and lost. I kept waiting for him to laugh, to say he was kidding. He never did, instead, he slid a small envelope across the table, the same colour as bone, sealed with his father’s crest. “You can look over the details at home. Take your time, talk to your parents.” Which I did.