Novels by Victoy Richman

Unveiling Betrayal and Desire in a Game of Power and Manipulation.Suman’s smile widened, cold and triumphant. “Gagan is mine. He has been mine for seven years. Long before Karen had a plane to land or an empire to steal. He was my asset in the Cuiabá Land Registry when I was setting up the shell companies for the first phase of the green foundation. He’s meticulous, invisible, and completely loyal—just like my husband, only Gagan’s fealty is to the money, not to me.”She tapped the screen again, right above Gagan's name. “Karen approached him with her bribe, and Gagan, dutifully, informed me. He took her money, logged the exact coordinates of her Swiss account, and now holds the trigger.”Roberts was speechless, realising he had not merely offered Suman Karen’s plan, but had provided a detailed, verified map to her final, most critical asset. His betrayal of Karen was merely the final piece of intelligence Suman needed to lock down the Brazilian manoeuvre completely.“The twist, Rob

A Dance of Power and Passion in the Guesthouse Suite.The air in the guesthouse suite, moments ago electrified by the raw shock of Vicky's intrusion and Suman’s terrifying dismissal, now settled into a thick, charged silence. Suman, having dressed her domestic wound with a single, brutal sentence, turned her focus back to Roberts, her true asset. She moved back to the bed, the amethyst silk robe gliding against her skin, an intoxicating promise that the moment of passion was not merely deferred, but awaiting a more ruthless conclusion.Roberts, still processing the dizzying revelation that Suman’s despised husband was the ghost in the machine—the unseen, indispensable lynchpin of the entire conspiracy—could only watch her with a mixture of awe and profound, absolute surrender. She sat on the edge of the mattress, the robe falling open, revealing a generous glimpse of the smooth inner curve of her thigh. She did not look at him or speak immediately, instead tracing the line of a dark

An Intimate Negotiation in the Heart of Ambition.Suman and Roberts continued walking, their hands linked, the sun beating down on the vast, growing landscape. Roberts walked with the confident, possessive stride of a man who belonged, his loyalty complete, his focus absolute. He was fully engaged in the green heart of the dynasty, kept anchored and completely satisfied by the intimate, unreserved genius of Suman. The American CFO, once a pawn of Karen’s corporate games, was now the loyal, foundational asset of Rachna’s thriving, unshakeable court. His treason was sealed, and his reward was the absolute, continuous possession of Suman, the head of the Green Foundation. The full day lay ahead, promising more secrets, more data, and more consuming, necessary intimacy.The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tight against the late afternoon sun, plunging the guesthouse suite into a rich, amber twilight. Outside, the Nagpur plantation was slowly cooling, but inside, the air was thick, charg

An Intimate Alliance Amidst Political Shadows.Roberts could only nod, completely spent, leaning against the cold marble counter, his chest heaving. The lingering thread of unfulfillment was finally severed, replaced by a profound, satisfying exhaustion.They moved toward the bathroom for their shared shower, the intimacy between them now a physical extension of their political conspiracy. The shower was a symphony of steam, running water, and shared touch. Suman took the lead, guiding his hands over her body, then taking the soap and meticulously washing away the remnants of their intense morning, cleansing himself of the political and physical tension.Roberts stood passively, relishing the deep, unreserved connection. He leaned his head against the cool tiles, closed his eyes, and let her touch erase the final traces of his former life with Lara and Karen.“You are my sanctuary, Suman,” Roberts murmured, his voice heavy with adoration. “I feel more real with you in this shower tha

A Morning of Tension, Amidst corporate intrigue, passion sparks a longing for a deeper connection..Roberts and Suman lay still afterwards, breathing heavily, the silence of the room returning, thicker now with the scent of their shared passion and the metallic tang of illicit risk. Suman rose, her body languid and beautiful in the dim light, and pressed a tender, proprietorial kiss to his damp forehead. He was hers, completely and irrevocably.“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice laced with amusement.Roberts merely stared at the ceiling, his body tingling with exhaustion, his mind slowly returning to the morning. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close, the gesture both possessive and deeply needy.“That,” Roberts murmured, his voice

A Dance of Power and Deception, Unravelling Secrets in the Shadows of Ambition.Suman cut him off with a soft, playful slap to his thigh, captured in the mirror’s frame. “He didn’t think at all, darling. That’s why he’s a pawn and you,” she paused, turning slightly to run her fingers over his chest, tracing the faint marks of her previous passion, “are my anchor. Vicky understands the house's hierarchy. I control the money, and what the main earner does in her private time is simply my business, not his. He saw the truth, but he knows better than to challenge the Queen.”She picked up a delicate gold chain from the table, a gift he had given her, and held it out. “Help me with this.”Roberts, taking the chain, moved closer, wrapping it gently around her neck and fumbling slightly with the tiny clasp at the back. As he did so, he leaned down, his mouth finding the smooth skin of her shou

Maybe the storm was just a blessing, a sign of fate giving them a chance to work things out. Perhaps the universe finally agreed with her because she had never had a more evident sign. They had talked, and it had been a lot of talking. They considered all possibilities, positive and negative, and they decided what was best for them was to get back together despite all odds. She always saw many things, but when it came to herself, it was always unclear, just like her situation and the moment, but she vowed she would live her best life with those who mattered to her, no matter how short. The Yadav home knew she was safe, and she had sent a message informing them she was with Zayn and would be back once the storm was over, although that wasn't looking promising again. It was everything she wanted; for once, her thoughts and vision were clear. She saw peace and solitude, for her soul was at rest. Each time her mind diverted to Zayn Vendant, she saw a hint of darkness, sometimes blur. She

Everyone in town was shopping for the next three days and rushing home to avoid getting caught up in the storm predicted by the weather forecasters. It was expected to hit in four hours and last for three days. It was a big-time rush, but Zayn wasn't a part of it. He needed to get things cleared up with Isha. Myra was gone, and that was a good thing. He just needed to see her, and despite the advice from his closest friends, he couldn't wait for the storm out without her. He wasn't sure he would make it without her.He was informed that she was out when he got to the Yadav household. It was her day off, and she had gone out, as usual. Only some people knew where. He called her several times, and she didn't pick up. He was a confused man in Delhi.He drove back to the Yadav household and met with one of the helpers."You should go home; this storm will be here anytime." She said, picking different saree colours from the cloth line where they had been left to dry. She looked bored and ju

They caught her in the most vulnerable state. With the ninety-nine issues going on with Zayn, she didn’t expect another one on her desk, so as she realised she had been set up, she just gave up. There was no fight; she was wise enough to know that it was either the 78-carat crown or her life, and for such huge some, her attackers wouldn’t have to hold a conference to decide to kill her, so she just let them take everything that had meant the world to her.The memory stayed with her, and she remembered it as fresh as if it were happening now. She and her crew had been going to the Triumph Hall on East Lane for the Oscars ceremony. When asked to bring her crown, she knew it was a bad idea. Of course, she acknowledged that it was such a huge event that all eyes were on her. For it to be hosted in India, it would be a shame if she couldn’t witness it. In the same way, it would be disrespectful to her country for her to show up without her identity, the crown. Near home, she and Vivi sat b

It had been four days since her encounter with Myra, and Isha couldn't deny that she felt like the most stupid person on the planet. The funny part was she knew she had no right to be angry like the guy was in a relationship with someone else. Officially, he belonged to Myra, but then she couldn't get the picture of him being in bed with her. It disturbed her in ways she didn't expect.Her hurt was too much. It nearly crushed her, but she needed to keep moving, which she did. She stopped picking up his calls and just avoided him generally. She tried looking at the good side, like him not dying, which was good, right?As usual, the Yadavs had a get-together dinner, and it was something they frequently did, something to boost their political involvement and expand their territory. Today, she was to serve, and she tried as much as she could to keep calm when she saw Zayn seated among the VIPs. Of course, he had been invited; he was considered one of the most influential people in the coun

The plan was to go unnoticed and so she did just that. Myra was in joggers and a sports bra, with dark glasses to hide her identity. Her hair was tied in a small ponytail that bounced as she walked into the gym. She glanced around for a while and then saw Isha at the corner working the treadmill. She walked up to the receptionist and flashed a smile.“A month, please. What’s the cost?” she asked.“Rs 1000” the receptionist replied. “Name please.” She asked as she received cash from Myra and began filling out the registration form on the system.“Abitha Solan” she lied.Things had gone down with Zayn; she had recognized the name as soon as Zayn mentioned it, who could easily forget the girl at the engagement party? Zayn didn’t have an answer to the question she asked that night and he was a terrible liar so she immediately interpreted what was going on, and she wasn’t wrong. He had sat there all night while she went into the room and man had she cried, she was hurt and didn’t think she

Uptown Delhi was the most beautiful place in India, and as they held hands, taking photos, she could see all the possibilities she had always dreamed of coming to pass. They got to a serendipity restaurant called the unicorn sundae and were back in the streets, diverting into the little tracks leading to the lake.To both their surprise and satisfaction, the lake was empty. The water was a runoff of the downfall at the end of the city, and they knew it was safe. The government kept it clean.“Hold on!” Zayn shouted as he raced behind her, struggling to get through the shrubs that lay around.Isha giggled. “Keep up, CEO.” She yelled in return. As she got to the edge of the stream, she took off her oversized polo shirt, which was his actually, and the shorts she wore joined it. She did a twirl in her optional cloth state just before his arrival.He joined her, pulling away from his dress and walking to meet her. His hands circled her waist, and he pushed her to himself. She felt him hard