Novels by Author_Danny

RICHARD’S POV—THREE YEARS LATER I ran around the living room, chasing our twins in some endless game of tag. They were shrieking with laughter, little feet pounding on the floor, and honestly, it was the best sound in the world. But just as I made a playful grab for them, Amelia walked in with a tray of biscuits and gave me one of her classic mom-glares.“Really, Richard?” she said, exasperated but trying not to smile. “If you keep chasing them like that, they’re going to fall. And then who’s getting up at night with them when they’re crying? Not me, that’s for sure.”I stopped in my tracks and threw my hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright! You win. Kids, you heard your mother. Grab a biscuit and calm down, alright? Before we all get grounded.”The twins scrambled toward the tray, wide-eyed and hungry like they hadn’t just had breakfast an hour ago. Amelia rolled her eyes at me, handing the kids each a biscuit before turning her gaze on me.“No biscuit for you, mister,” she tease

RICHARD’S POVI sat there, tapping my foot against the cold tile, waiting for the doctor to come in. Amelia was beside me, looking exhausted from my dragging her here yet again. But we were here, and I’d finally get some peace of mind.The door opened, and Dr. Geller strolled in, looking... oddly cheerful. He scanned his clipboard before smiling at both of us. “Well,” he said, “I’ve got some news that I think you’re going to like.”Amelia glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. “He didn’t find anything, right? See, I told you, Richard…”“No, no,” Dr. Geller cut in, chuckling. “Nothing bad. Quite the opposite, actually.”I held my breath, narrowing my eyes at him. “Spit it out, Doc. I don’t do suspense.”He grinned, finally setting down the clipboard. “Amelia, congratulations. You’re pregnant. Again.”For a split second, I thought he was joking. But then it hit me like a tidal wave, and I shot to my feet. “Are you serious?!” I practically yelled, and probably looked like a lunatic, but I di

RICHARD’S POV—THREE WEEKS LATER Arriving home with the bouquet in one hand and Amelia’s favorite snacks in the other, I hoped today would lift her spirits, even a little. She hadn’t been herself since...well, since the loss. Three weeks, and yet it felt like everything had been hollowed out.As soon as I opened the door, the tense vibe hit me like a wall. Amelia was sitting there on the couch, pale but trying to keep calm, while her grandmother loomed over her with that steely look. The minute she spotted me, her eyes narrowed like she’d been waiting for this.“Richard,” she spat, voice low and biting, “this is all on you. You should have done better. Protected her, watched out for her—”“Enough,” I cut in, barely keeping my voice steady. I didn’t want a scene, not in front of Amelia. But I couldn’t just let this go. “If you’re going to blame someone, find a mirror.”Her face twisted, anger flaring up, and for a second I thought she’d come closer. “How dare you,” she snapped. “How da

RICHARD’S POVDinner was quiet tonight. Too quiet. Amelia had barely touched her food, just pushing it around on her plate with this distant look in her eyes. I asked her if she was alright, and she’d just given me a tired smile and said she was fine. But something didn’t sit right. Still, I let it go, figuring she’d open up when she was ready.Upstairs, I lay on the bed waiting while she went into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, and I stretched out, hands behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. The day had been long, and I was looking forward to nothing more than a quiet evening with her, maybe watch some dumb movie and unwind.But then I heard it—a loud voice cutting through the silence, sharp and strained. It was Amelia. A cry, filled with pain.I sat up so fast, my heart instantly in my throat. “Amelia?” I called, already on my feet and moving towards the door. There was no answer, only a muffled groan that sent my pulse skyrocketing.“Amelia, are you okay?” I ask

RICHARD’S POVAmelia stared at me, her arms crossed, her eyes hard. I knew that look. It wasn't good.“He deserves whatever he's getting. Richard. You know that, right?"Her words hit me like a slap. I frowned, trying to keep calm. “Amelia, come on. He's still my brother. I know he messed up, but he's still family.” She shook her head, almost scoffing. "So what? Family doesn't mean you get a free pass to be a complete asshole and try to ruin someone's life.”I sighed, leaning back against the chair. "I'm not saying he should get a free pass. l'm just saying.. maybe he did what he did out of anger, or resentment, or-""Maybe?!" she cut me off, her voice rising. “Richard, he tried to kill you. He tied me up and used me as bait! I don't care if he was angry or resentful, that doesn't give him a damn excuse to behave like a psychopath!”I winced at her words. She wasn't wrong, but still… “Look, I know he crossed the line. A million times over. But people do stupid things when they're des

RICHARD’S POV I froze, my breath catching in my throat as the bang reverberated through the room. For a second, everything was still. Silent. I looked down. Blood. Not mine. William gasped, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the wound in his side. The gun slipped from his hand, clattering uselessly to the floor. I stumbled back, hands slick with blood, heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to explode. The sound of the gunshot kept echoing in my ears like a bad dream, but this wasn’t a dream. William—my brother—was bleeding out on the floor. “Shit,” I gasped, rushing toward him. “Will… Goddamn it, stay with me!” His face was pale, eyes half-closed as he struggled to breathe. Blood poured from his side, seeping through my fingers as I pressed down hard. Too hard. It didn’t matter. “You’re gonna be fine. Hear me? You’re gonna be fine. Just hold on.” He coughed, a weak, bitter laugh escaping his lips. “Richard… you always… always screw things up, don’t you?” “Shut

The legal battle against Andrew Garner had been challenging, but justice had prevailed at last. Back in their lives, the sun seemed to shine a bit brighter on the Griffins. The once-diminished credibility of Oscorp Enterprises and Adscorp Incorporation began to bloom newly again. The stain on their name washed away with the favorable court verdict, and the cloud of suspicion disappeared, revealing the true strength of their empire.In the days that followed, Charles and Norah extended a hand of friendship to Bella and Helen, the brave sisters who stood against Andrew’s hostility. Over coffee and shared laughter, bonds formed that was more than the courtroom drama. Charles, recognizing the potential in the sisters, offered them positions within his companies, Adscorp and Oscorp.“Bella, Helen, we believe in giving second chances. Your strength throughout this ordeal impressed us. How about joining the teams at Adscorp and Oscorp? We’d be honored to have you.”“Mr. Griffin, Mrs. Griffin

Seated in the study, the air charged with a blend of revelation and determination, Mr. Higgins cleared his throat, signaling the commencement of his narrative. Charles and Norah listened attentively as the lawyer began to disclose the threads of the evidence against Andrew Garner.“Charles, Norah, meet Helen and Mark,” Mr. Higgins gestured toward the young couple who had just entered the room. Charles and Norah exchanged polite greetings, their curiosity piqued by the newcomers.“As I was saying,” Mr. Higgins resumed, “Helen and Mark here have been important in uncovering the truth about Andrew Garner. A day ago, we didn’t know he was behind the scandal, and now we have a wealth of evidence.”Helen, her eyes reflecting a determination, glanced at Charles and Norah before allowing Mr. Higgins to continue. Mark, the quiet and nerdy, yet supportive figure by her side, nodded in agreement.“It started with Helen seeking legal recourse against Andrew,” Mr. Higgins explained. “Our paths cro

As Norah braced herself for the conversation with Mary Adams, her phone buzzed with an incoming call. Charles’s name illuminated the screen, and she swiftly answered, expecting a routine check-in.“Norah, abandon the mission. Turn around and come home,” Charles’s voice, usually steady, carried an urgency that caught Norah off guard.Confusion etched her features as she responded, “But Charles, I’m just arriving at the prison. I’m about to talk to Mary. What’s going on?”Charles, however, remained cryptic. “It’s a lost cause. We’ve found something else. Higgins has uncovered information on the person behind the media scandal. Turn back, Norah.”Curiosity mingled with surprise in Norah’s eyes. “What did Mr. Higgins find? Why the sudden change of plans?”Charles, in a hurry, replied, “I can’t tell you over the phone. Just trust me on this, Norah. Come home.”The mystery surrounding the situation deepened, leaving Norah torn between the mission she had embarked on and the mysterious revela

Arnold’s eyes betrayed his sense of guilt, and after a brief pause, he retorted, “Legal or not, it doesn’t change anything. We’re not responsible for the rumors and strings being pulled against you.”Norah, though disappointed by the lack of a clearer admission, pressed on, “Arnold, if it’s not your family, then who else could be behind this? I need to find the truth, for both our sakes you see.”Arnold, seemingly unwilling to provide more information, clenched his jaw. “I don’t know, Norah. Maybe someone who doesn’t believe justice was served to us.” He said, with a smirk appearing on his lips.As the conversation reached a stage, Norah sensed the limits of Arnold’s willingness to cooperate. She knew that extracting the truth from the difficult situation surrounding their family would require more persistence and strategic moves.Thinking of Arnold’s sharp reaction to the mention of his family, Norah seized on the sentimental opportunity, and pushed further. “Arnold, maybe it’s your

Norah stood outside the prison facility, frustration drawn across her features. Determined to speak with Arnold Adams alone, she turned to the bodyguard at her side, "Wait outside. I'll talk to Arnold myself.”The bodyguard, unmoved, shook his head. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but my orders are to follow you everywhere. It’s for your safety.”Norah, unbelieving, tried to reason with him. “This is a prison, not a war zone. I need to do this alone, please.”The bodyguard, apologetic yet serious, replied, “I understand, but your husband insisted on this, and I have to do my job, ma’am.”Determination across her face, she turned to the bodyguard by her side. “I appreciate that, but I need to talk to Arnold alone. Please wait outside.”The bodyguard, firm in his duty, shook his head. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Griffins. Your husband instructed me to accompany you inside and everywhere, no matter what you say. I can’t deviate from my orders.”Disbelief reflected in Norah’s eyes. “Charles told you to follow me

Shaken by the unexpected aggression from Michael, Charles took a moment to compose himself before walking outside. The cold breeze outside the prison facility offered a difference to the heated encounter Charles had just experienced.Still in shock, he tried to compose himself, his mind replaying the unexpected aggression from Michael. Fumbling for his phone, Charles dialed Norah’s number, needing the reassurance of her voice.“Norah, are you there yet?” Charles asked anxiously as he tried to steady his breathing.Norah’s voice, a calming presence through the phone, responded, “No, Charles, there was some unexpected traffic on the street. I can’t quite tell what happened, but we’re a bit delayed.”Concern draw deeper lines on Charles’s face. “Is everything okay, Norah? Are you safe?” he inquired, his worry visible.Norah reassured him, “Yes, Charles, we’re fine. Just a minor delay. Don’t worry too much.”But Charles couldn’t shake the unease, his mind still racing with the recent alte