RICHARD'S POV “John,” Mr. Dennis’ voice boomed, cutting through the room like a hot knife through butter. Everyone froze. “Seems you conveniently forgot to mention that Richard saved my Cathy when those high-priced hospital hacks were ready to ship her off to the morgue.” John, momentarily stunned, recovered quickly, plastering on a smile that was as fake as a three-dollar bill. "Ah, yes, Mr. Dennis, my apologies. You see how easily I’m swayed by emotion? But perhaps our esteemed guest, Richard, could enlighten us further. A little demonstration of these… exceptional medical skills, maybe?” He looked at me, his eyes gleaming with a challenge. “I for one would be very interested to witness such talent firsthand. And offer my most sincere praise, of course.”I could practically smell the trap he was setting, but his blatant attempt at sarcasm was almost amusing. He wanted a show, did he? Fine. Two could play at this game. Before I could respond, a groan ripped through the room. A
RICHARD’S POV “Impossible,” John muttered, his voice barely audible above the excited chatter. “Absolutely impossible.”I just smiled. He wanted a show? He got one."So, you thought I was all talk, huh?" I chuckled, watching the defeated look etched on John's face. Sweat beaded on his forehead, probably regretting every word he said just moments ago. He'd been all puffed up, trying to expose me as a fraud in front of Mr. Dennis and everyone else. Now? He looked like a deflated balloon, his face paler than a sheet. A small crowd had started to form, buzzing with whispers about the 'miracle cure' they'd just witnessed. Everyone seemed to have some ailment they wanted addressed. "Look, Richard," Mr. Dennis, ever the composed businessman, raised his voice slightly above the murmurs. "I understand everyone is eager, but we’re in the middle of a banquet.” He paused, his eyes scanning the expectant faces. "Let’s continue this after dinner, shall we?"The crowd, although disappointed,
RICHARD’S POV"So, you're telling me your family is holding off on marrying you off like some prized pony, all for a shot at this consortium?" I asked, stirring the ice in my scotch.Amelia nodded earnestly, her brow furrowed with concern. "It's not exactly like that," she said, a slight blush creeping up her neck. "They just think it would be a good opportunity for the family business." I chuckled. "Right, and I'm sure they wouldn't dream of picking a suitable bachelor with excellent connections if you fail." She shot me a playful glare. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?""A lot," I admitted, taking a sip of my drink. "But hey, maybe I can offer some advice. You never know, I might even have a few connections myself."Amelia's eyes widened. "You're serious? You could actually help?" I leaned back, enjoying her sudden surge of hope. "Well, I am a member of this illustrious Business Consortium you speak of."The look on her face was priceless. Pure, unrefined hock. "You're kidd
RICHARD'S POV My phone rang in my pocket, a familiar vibration that sent a jolt of anxiety through me. It was my father, and judging by the long line of increasingly worked up messages that followed, whatever it was, it couldn't wait."Look," I said, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice (and failing miserably). "I need to pay for that bracelet. Now."She barely glanced up from admiring her reflection in the glass countertop, her perfectly manicured fingers tracing the line of a diamond necklace – one she hadn't paid for, I might add. "Darling, I told you, I’m still deciding. You can wait till I'm done.”The audacity of this woman. This wasn't even a queue; I was trying to buy the damn thing! A low growl built in my chest, but I swallowed it down. There is no time for this nonsense. "With all due respect," I said, my voice tight, "I'm ready to purchase right now. While you’re still… considering.”She finally turned her head, a slow, condescending smile spreading across her
RICHARD'S POVMr Dennis gave me a ride to my father's villa when I finished at the jewelry store. He gave my shoulder a reassuring pat before I hopped out of his car. "Give your father my best, Richard," he said, his face a mask of concern. "I will, sir. Thank you again for the ride," I replied, forcing a smile. I wasn't sure what I'd find inside. The texts from my father had been frantic, filled with words like "chest pain" and "can't breathe."When I went into the house, I felt a strange feeling. The house was not quiet like usual. There was a strange feeling in the air. Jonathan and William, my stepbrothers, were sitting in the living room like vultures waiting to eat something dead."Well, well, look who decided to grace us with his presence," Jonathan drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He didn't even bother looking up from his phone. William, never one to be outdone, let out a loud snorting sound like a pig struggling for truffles. "Heard you were playing doctor these
RICHARD'S POV The old man's breathing finally calmed, his chest rising and falling in a normal rhythm. I almost smirked. Showman, that's me. “Just stay the night, son. Please?” Dad’s voice was thick with emotion, his hand gripping my shoulder like he was afraid I’d disappear. Honestly, if I had the energy, I might have. “Dad, come on,” I sighed, rubbing a hand down my face. He flinched, that hopeful glint in his eyes dimming a bit. Damn, he was good at the whole wounded puppy act. “I just… I feel like we could talk, you know? Really talk.” Right. Talk. Because that’s what we did in this family – air out our feelings and hug it out. Maybe it was the exhaustion talking. I should have known better than to be surprised. It was always about him, wasn't it? But against my better judgment, I agreed. “Fine,” I muttered, already regretting the word. “But I'm ordering pizza.” The pizza was, thankfully, from a decent place. Dad even sprang for extra pepperoni, my favor
RICHARD’S POV He sighed again, this time it sounded more like a groan. “Look, Richard, all I’m saying is… I want to make things right. I want to be a father to you, if you’ll let me.” "Let me get this straight," I said, leaning back and folding my arms. "After all these years, after ignoring me, pretending I didn't exist, you want to suddenly be a father?" He looked down at his hands, his face flushed. He looked up at me, his eyes pleading. “Give me another chance, Richard. Please.” I held his gaze for a long moment, letting the silence stretch between us. Part of me, the angry, bitter part, wanted to tell him to shove it. To tell him he’d had his chance and blown it. But there was another part, a small, flickering part that wanted to believe him. That craved a father's love, even if it was years overdue. "Fine," I finally said, my voice gruff. "But this doesn't change anything. We'll take it slow, one day at a time." He beamed, his face lighting up like a kid at Christmas. “Th
RICHARD'S POV Man, the things we do for respect. I swear, inviting the Chairman over wouldn't be such a big deal if I didn’t have to prove a point. First the penthouse suite, now a brand new car. This better be worth it. The Chairman deserved a grand invitation, a statement. And what better statement than rolling up in a brand new set of wheels? This dealership was supposed to be one of the best in town, all sleek lines and that new car smell. I was ready to throw down some serious cash. Except, the second I walked through the door, I saw her. Brenda? Brenda freaking Miller? Or whatever-her-name-was, from high school. What are the odds? She was perched behind a massive desk, all sleek hair and power suit, looking like she owned the place. Well, I guess she kind of did. The universe had a messed up sense of humor. “Brenda? Wow, hey! Didn’t expect to see you here.” I tried to sound casual, but honestly, seeing her brought back a flood of memories. Mostly bad ones involving her