*Richard's POV*The day of the big race had finally arrived. The racing ground was packed, buzzing with excitement. I could feel the energy in the air as I walked toward the stables. My brothers were already there with their horses, glaring at me as I passed by."Morning, boys," I said cheerfully, ignoring their scowls."You're gonna eat dirt today," Johnson muttered."Dream on," I shot back, grinning.I spotted the other racers gathered nearby and joined them, exchanging nods and casual greetings. Just as I was about to head over to see the horse Mr. Denise purchased for me, I saw Amelia making her way toward me."Amelia!" I called, smiling wide. "Good to see you."She returned my smile, her eyes bright. "Hey, Richard. I wanted to come and support you.""Thanks, means a lot," I said, feeling a warmth spread through me.She glanced around at the crowded grounds. "So, how are you feeling about the race?""Confident," I said, nodding. "Got a great horse thanks to Cathy. Just need to foc

Richard’s POVThe moment I crossed the finish line, the roar from the crowd was thunderous. The clapping and cheers grew into a wild, electrifying frenzy. People surged from their seats, some of them rushing onto the track to lift me into the air. My heart pounded in my chest as I was hoisted up, the sheer exhilaration of the moment filling me with joy I had never known. “Richard! Richard! Richard!” The chant echoed all around me, a wave of sound that washed over the entire stadium. I felt a grin spread across my face, unable to contain the happiness that bubbled up inside me. The applause and cheers were overwhelming, a testament to the hard-fought victory and the support of everyone who believed in me.When the crowd finally set me down, I took a moment to catch my breath and savor the victory. But just as I was starting to soak in the celebration, I saw Quinn forcing his way through the cheering throng. His face was twisted into a scowl of pure rage, his eyes blazing with anger.“

**Richard’s POV**The next morning, I got a call from Dad. He was in one of his “let’s make it interesting” moods. “Richard, come by the villa. We need to have a little chat.”I knew what that meant: another round of “you’re doing great, but let’s see how you handle this.” I showed up promptly, precisely at my father's study, and there they were—Dad, Jonathan, and William. I was expecting the usual banter, but today, I felt different.“Ah, Richard,” Dad said as I walked in. “Glad you could make it. Have a seat.”I took my usual spot, trying to suppress my smirk. I knew today’s news would rile up my stepbrothers. Dad cleared his throat. “So, I wanted to let you all know how things are going. Richard here is still ahead, as usual.”Jonathan and William’s faces turned a few shades redder. Jonathan’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, really? Can’t you just give it a rest?”“Relax, Jonathan,” Dad said. “This is just how it is. You guys have had your chances.”William scowled. “Yeah, and every time Rich

RICHARD’S POV The room buzzed with excitement as the MC stepped up to the microphone. His voice cut through the chatter, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s event! We’re here for a truly special piece—a painting by the renowned artist Banksy. Owning this masterpiece will not only grant you prestige but cement your legacy in this city.” The lights dimmed slightly, and a spotlight illuminated the painting. It was a striking piece, bold and thought-provoking, exactly what you’d expect from Banksy. I could feel the energy in the room shift as everyone’s attention focused on the artwork. The MC cleared his throat. “We’ll start the bidding at one million dollars.” The room erupted as paddles shot up from all corners. I raised mine, ready to play my part. Jonathan and William were already in the thick of it, their faces set in determined expressions. And then there were the other big players—top businessmen who didn’t mind throwing around their cash. The bids climbed quickl

RICHARD'S POVI walked into my father’s house, already hearing the yelling from the hallway. Jonathan and William were at it again, their voices carrying through the walls. I couldn’t help but smirk as I approached the study.“You can’t be serious, Dad!” Jonathan’s voice was heated. “This is rigged! Richard’s just an illegitimate son. How is it fair to make us compete with him?”William chimed in, his frustration clear. “Yeah, and you’re saying we have to deal with these impossible tasks while Richard gets a free pass? It’s not right.”My father’s response was calm, almost too calm. “If you’re unhappy with the tasks, there’s a simple solution: hand over your inheritance to Richard.”Jonathan and William were livid. “Are you kidding me?” Jonathan shouted. “You think we’d just roll over and let him take everything? This is bullshit!”William’s face was red with anger. “You’re making us compete against someone who’s not even your legitimate child! How is that fair?”I leaned against the