RICHARD’S POVI couldn’t believe them. Standing there, both Amelia and Cathy, acting like the world revolved around their petty bullshit while I was trying to wrap my head around losing my father. The audacity. My blood was boiling, and I could feel the tension mounting in the room.I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before speaking, but it didn’t help. The anger still bubbled beneath the surface.“Go home,” I finally said, my voice cold, staring at both of them. “Just… go.”Cathy, of course, had to be dramatic. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing at me like I’d just insulted her entire family. “I’m going to tell my father to strip you of any respect or position you have, Richard. If you don’t come to a conclusion about our relationship, you’ll lose everything. You’ll regret it.”I snorted. I actually *snorted*. “Do your worst, Cathy. Honestly, go ahead. Threaten me all you want, but we both know this whole act of yours is just because you’re pissed that no one’s put a r

RICHARD'S POVI slammed the drawer shut, a bit harder than I meant to. I’d spent the last two hours digging through my father’s files, searching for anything related to my brothers’ finances. Finally, I found what I was looking for—bank details. All their accounts, tied to the family business.I dialed my lawyer’s number and waited, pacing the length of my father’s study. When he finally picked up, I didn’t waste time with pleasantries.“I need to know if I have the right to freeze my brothers’ accounts,” I said, voice sharp.There was a brief pause. “That depends, Mr. Richard. Are these accounts tied to your father’s estate?”“They are. Every penny in those accounts came from the company.”“Then, according to the will, you have the authority to take control of those assets. Freezing the accounts would be within your legal rights.”I smiled, feeling a rush of satisfaction. “Good. I want those accounts frozen. Today.”“I’ll get on it right away.”“Thanks,” I muttered, hanging up. I wa

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 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 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