RICHARD'S POVI was at home, chatting with my mother as she lounged in her favorite chair, looking more tired than usual. “Richard, you know,” she said with a weak smile, “you should start thinking about settling down. A wife might do you some good. Moreover, I need to see my grandchildren before I die, I'm old already.”I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “Mom, you’re not old. You’re just a bit sick. Once you’re through with this transplant business, you’ll be back to your old self in no time.”She gave me a tired but appreciative smile. “Well, it wouldn’t hurt to think about it, you know.”Before I could respond, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen—Amelia’s name flashed up. I excused myself from Mom and answered the call. “Hey, Amelia. What’s up?”Her voice was fraught with urgency. “Richard, you need to come over to my place right now. It’s important. Please, hurry.”My heart skipped a beat. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”“I can’t explain over the phone. Just get h
RICHARD’S POV As soon as Gilbert had slammed the door behind him, the room seemed to exhale a collective sigh of relief. But it wasn’t long before Amelia’s grandmother turned her attention to me, her eyes blazing with fury.“Richard! How dare you talk to Mr. Gilbert like that?” she scolded, her voice dripping with disapproval.I crossed my arms, trying to keep my cool. “I’ve already expressed my interest in Amelia. It’s disrespectful to encourage another man to pursue her when I’ve made my intentions clear.”Amelia’s grandmother sniffed, her expression a mix of anger and disdain. “Disrespectful? The only disrespectful thing here is you talking back to someone like Mr. Gilbert. He’s a powerful man, and you—well, you’re nothing compared to him.”My jaw tightened. “So, what, I’m supposed to just stand by and let him steamroll over everyone? I don’t think so.”She didn’t miss a beat. “And since Amelia’s grandfather is ill, I’m the one who will decide who will marry Amelia. Not you, not G
RICHARD'S POVI got home and collapsed into my chair, staring at my laptop screen. I needed to figure out a way to stop Amelia’s marriage to Langston Gilbert. I typed his name into Google, half-expecting to find out he’s a saint or something. Instead, I was met with a mountain of information about his oil trade empire and other exchange activities. The man was indeed a big shot. Damn it.“Of course he’s a big shot,” I muttered to myself. “A man like him always seems to have his fingers in every pie.”I scrolled through article after article. Gilbert was an oil tycoon, involved in all sorts of trading and investments. His name was everywhere, making headlines for his business acumen and high-profile deals.The search results were not surprising. Langston Gilbert was a big shot in the oil trade and some kind of exchange trade. Just the kind of guy who could make powerful enemies and, apparently, get whatever he wanted. I cursed under my breath. This guy was a real heavyweight, and it m
RICHARD’S POV The next morning, my phone buzzed with a text from my father, summoning us to his place. As expected, I was the last to arrive. Jonathan and William were already lounging on the leather couches in the living room, exchanging smirks like they’d just won the lottery. I plastered on a neutral expression, giving them nothing. They’d get no satisfaction from me today.“Glad you could join us, Richard,” my father said, his voice cold and clipped as usual. He didn’t bother with pleasantries.“Wouldn’t miss it,” I replied, matching his tone. I took a seat across from my brothers, who were now sporting identical smug grins.My father wasted no time. “I have a new task for you all. It’s crucial. You’ll need to get a letter of approval from my favorite relative. Without it, you can’t proceed.”I leaned back, trying to play it cool. “And who exactly is this favorite relative?”His lips curled into a tight smile. “That’s for you to figure out.”I glanced at Jonathan and William, who
RICHARD’S POV When I woke up that morning, the last thing I expected was for the system to drop a task like a bomb in my lap: "Spend $10 million in 48 hours." What the hell? I mean, I’m not exactly hurting for cash, but $10 million? And spend it on what? My brain was still fuzzy from sleep, but I knew one thing—I didn’t have time to sit around and ponder the why. I had to figure out how.I sat up in bed, rubbing my temples as I tried to shake off the remnants of last night’s chaos. Lydia, my brothers, that damn smug look on Jonathan’s face—it all came flooding back, but I shoved it to the side. There was a new challenge in front of me now.Amelia. Her suitor, Langston Gilbert, was the final piece of the puzzle. If I could get him out of the way, Amelia would be free from this ridiculous arranged marriage bullshit. I wasn’t about to let some wrinkly old bastard swoop in and ruin her life. But first, I needed to find a way to use this money to my advantage.I dialed Amelia’s number, h
RICHARD’S POV As I stood at the secretary’s desk, she confirmed my appointment with a polite smile. “Mr. Richard, your appointment with Mr. Grant is confirmed for 10:00 AM. He’s expecting you.”I nodded, leaning casually on the counter. “Great. Thanks for the confirmation.”Just then, the old man, Langston Gilbert, stormed up beside me, looking like he had swallowed a gallon of vinegar. His face was twisted in that familiar scowl, and I could practically see the steam rising from his ears.“Why the hell does this kid have an appointment before me?” Langston barked, his voice a rough growl. The poor secretary flinched, but she kept her composure.She cleared her throat and smiled politely, though it was clear she was a little shaken. “Mr. Gilbert, your appointment is scheduled after Mr. Richard’s. My boss, the CEO, confirmed it personally.”Langston’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned over the counter, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “Tell your boss I’m here now, and he can see m
RICHARD’S POVThe silence in the room was thick enough to choke on. Mr. Grant’s laughter echoed off the walls, but I didn’t move a muscle. I just sat there, watching him as if he were the most boring show on television. When he finally noticed my deadpan expression, his laughter died in his throat. “Wait, you’re serious?” he asked, eyes wide with disbelief.I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. “Do I look like I’m joking?”He blinked, struggling to process. “But… Langston’s deal is practically done. He’s already outside my office, waiting to sign the papers.”I shrugged. “But it’s not done, is it? Until that signature hits the page, it’s just a bunch of empty promises.”Mr. Grant stared at me, his mind visibly racing. “You can’t expect me to just throw him out like that. He’s been a good partner, reliable—”“Reliable?” I cut him off, my tone laced with sarcasm. “You mean the same guy who’s been sinking faster than a rock in quicksand? The man’s a chronic gambler, Mr. Grant. An
RICHARD’S POV The moment the words left Grant’s mouth, I felt the tension in the room spike. “What kind of offer did you get that’s better than the potential profit we talked about?” Langston’s voice wavered slightly, but he tried to keep his usual swagger. Mr. Grant leaned back in his chair, chuckling. “Potential profit? You and I both know there’s a lot of risk in that word ‘potential.’ I was offered $10 million, upfront. No risk, no losses.”Langston’s face twisted, disbelief clear in his eyes. “My companies can double that, triple it! You’re making a huge mistake, Grant!”Grant’s smile faded. He leaned forward, his gaze sharp. “And how much of that would be on the table if you hit another losing streak at the casino? I’m not willing to find out. You’re a chronic gambler, Langston. I’m done doing business with someone who’s always one bet away from ruin.”Langston’s bravado crumbled in an instant. The color drained from his face, his eyes wide with desperation. “Please, Grant,”