RICHARD'S POVI pulled up outside Amelia’s house, my nerves humming under my skin. The last time I was there, things had gotten heated with Cathy, and honestly, I wasn’t sure how Amelia felt about that. But I had to deal with that mess, and now… now, I needed to fix what I could.As I knocked on the door, I heard light footsteps, and the door swung open. Amelia stood there, a soft smile on her face. She looked genuinely happy to see me."Richard," she said, her voice light. "I’m really glad you came. I wanted to apologize for… well, the other day. Cathy was completely out of line.""Don’t worry about it," I waved it off like it was nothing, even though the memory of Cathy’s little outburst still grated on my nerves. "Water under the bridge."She stepped aside, letting me in. The house smelled like vanilla and something freshly baked. Classic Amelia. Always with the homey vibes."Look, I actually came by for something else," I said, trying to keep my tone light but serious enough to ge
RICHARD’S POVI had just kicked off my shoes, ready to sink into my couch when my phone rang. I groaned, glancing at the screen. It was Dennis, the chairman. Of course, just when I was about to relax."Richard, my boy," his voice boomed the moment I answered. "I saw you on the news. You didn’t think to come to me for help?"I rubbed my temples, already feeling the headache forming. "I didn’t want to bother you with my family’s drama, Chairman. You’ve got enough on your plate.""Nonsense," he said, almost offended. "You should’ve come to me. I would’ve given you the best lawyer in the city. We could’ve wrapped this whole thing up already.""Yeah, I appreciate that," I said, walking to the fridge to grab something cold. "But I’ve got it handled. My lawyer’s good."Dennis let out a little grunt, the kind that told me he wasn’t convinced. "Alright, if you say so. But you should’ve called. We could’ve avoided this whole mess with your brothers."I chuckled, shaking my head. "Trust me, Chai
RICHARD’S POV The courtroom doors had barely closed behind me when the reporters swarmed like a pack of hungry wolves. Their questions came at me in a rush, a barrage of flashing cameras and jabs that I barely had time to process. “Mr. Richards! How do you feel about the judge’s decision?”“Will you be reconciling with your brothers?”“Is there any chance you’ll reconsider their share of the inheritance?”I pushed through them, barely registering their words. I just wanted to get out of there. But of course, my brothers had to make a grand entrance at the worst possible time. Jonathan and William appeared from the crowd, their faces twisted with anger. Jonathan’s eyes were blazing, and he looked like he wanted to tear me apart. Before I could react, he lunged at me, his fist swinging toward my face. I barely flinched, but William grabbed his arm, pulling him back with surprising strength.“Stop it!” William shouted, his voice harsh and panicked. “You’ll get us thrown in jail if you
RICHARD’S POVI pulled up outside Amelia’s house, feeling the remnants of the day’s chaos settle into my bones. As soon as the door swung open, Amelia’s grandmother was there, eyes wide with what I could only assume was a mixture of dread and irritation.“Amelia!” she called out, almost tripping over her own feet as she hurriedly summoned her granddaughter. I shook my head, a smirk playing on my lips. “You know, you’re the greediest woman I’ve ever met. I’m here to rescue Amelia from your clutches, not to deal with your petty schemes.”Her face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Richard, how dare you speak to me like that!”I met her gaze with a cold, unflinching stare. “Oh, I’m sorry if I’m interrupting your plans. But I’m not here for you. I’m here for Amelia.”Amelia appeared behind her grandmother, her eyes full of determination and a touch of relief. “What’s going on?”I turned to her, feeling a bit of the weight of the day lift. “I’m here to get that marriage certi
RICHARD’S POV The next day, Amelia and I headed to the courthouse to pick up our marriage certificate. We were joined by our families, and Amelia looked absolutely stunning. Her dress was perfect, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride as I looked at her.My mother, who had been quiet but supportive throughout everything, was there too. She gave Amelia a warm hug, and I could see how much it meant to both of them. The atmosphere was light, filled with laughter and happy chatter as we finalized the paperwork.Afterward, we decided to head to the fanciest hotel I’d reserved for the occasion. I had something special planned, but I wanted it to be a surprise. Amelia was all excited about the hotel, but I was looking forward to seeing her reaction to my other surprise.When we arrived at the hotel, Amelia’s eyes widened in surprise. The place was stunning, but that wasn’t the main event. I led her and the families outside, and that’s when they saw it: a massive yacht docked by the h
RICHARD’S POV When I got the call from Chairman Dennis, I knew this conversation was coming. I just wasn’t looking forward to it. The man sounded like he was holding back anger, his voice sharp and short on the phone. So when I pulled up to his mansion and stepped inside, I could already feel the weight of what was about to go down.The butler led me to Dennis’s study. No pleasantries this time—no handshake, no smile. Just a cold stare that could’ve frozen hell itself.“Richard,” Dennis started, his voice thick with disappointment, “I trusted you. I welcomed you into my home, treated you like family. And how do you repay me?”I sighed and sat down, already exhausted by the weight of the conversation. “Dennis, I didn’t come here to betray anyone. This isn’t about trust or loyalty. It’s about—"“It’s about Cathy!” he snapped, cutting me off. “My daughter, Richard. You were supposed to marry her. You made her believe you cared.”“I do care about Cathy,” I said, keeping my tone calm. “Bu
RICHARD’S POVThe next day, my mind was buzzing with two things: Dennis’s threat and the *Ultra Billionaire System*. I’d been given another ridiculous task—spend $6 million in 24 hours. Easy for some, but even for me, it felt like a challenge when all I wanted to do was focus on how to handle this chairman nonsense. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I had to either marry Cathy or face some trumped-up jail time.I shook my head, pushing the thought away. “Forget Dennis for a second, Richard. Focus on the task.”I decided to take a tour of my father’s properties to distract myself. First stop? The mattress company my father owned. A solid business, and one I hadn’t checked in on for a while. If I was going to spend millions, I might as well take stock of what assets I had. Plus, it was a decent excuse to step out and clear my head.When I arrived, the manager was there, smiling like everything was just sunshine and rainbows. “Mr. Richard, it’s been too long! Welcom
RICHARD’S POVAs soon as I got back into the holding cell, I called my lawyer. “Seven million?” he asked, his voice incredulous. “They’re insane.”“Yeah, well, Dennis wants me buried. We both know it,” I said, rubbing my temples. “But we can handle it, right?”“Of course. I’ll get the money together and have you out by the end of the day.”“Thanks, man,” I sighed. “You’re a lifesaver.”“I’ve been called worse,” he said with a chuckle. “Hang tight. I’ll take care of everything.”I hung up and leaned back against the cold wall, staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t help but feel a burning rage settling in my chest. The judge probably thought I would not be able to afford the bail. But this wasn’t about the money—Dennis knew I could afford it. It was about wearing me down, hitting me where it hurt, again and again until I broke. But he’d have to do a lot more than that to see me fold.---Hours later, I was finally out. The moment I stepped through the doors of the courthouse, I felt like