Richard Snyder
The infamous billionaire of the City of Angels, a man dedicated to his work, his family and trying to run away from his past still haunting him in his darkest nightmares. Richard has an intimidating exterior, rules the business world with an iron fist, has no filters and says what comes to his mind, enjoys his bachelor status while having casual one night stands and has no plan whatsoever to settle down and change his lifestyle.

Cassandra is a shy, innocent Fashion Design student, trying to build her life and career  based on talent's worth and hard work. Fate throws Richard in her path, offering her a shoulder to lean on and a hand to help, for the first time in her lonely life. 
Being the way she is, Cassandra has no idea who Richard is and this gives him an opportunity to reveal his real colors and wear down the mask he has worn for years.

But Richard is not the only one with a haunting, complicated past.

What happens when you throw together two people ,who both pretend to be someone they're not? Can they avoid their pasts messing with their future? Will Richard break Cassandra's innocent hart, or will he have his icy one broken for the first time?
This is the first book Project RICHARD: Conception

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This book contains graphic content of violence, foul talk, explicit sexual scenes, killing in cold blood and other stuff that may be triggering. 

Project R.I.C.H.A.R.D: Conception (Remastered Version)

Anatoly is standing next to the bed and the monk is standing close to the door. Ivan still lies unconscious. 


“He woke up last night and kept asking for someone” the monk informs Anatoly. 


“Did he say a name?” Anatoly asks, his back to the monk, eyes fasted on the lifeless looking Ivan. 


“Something that sounds like…Cassandra?” The monk says unsure. “He broke down in fever and was shaking uncontrollably. We had to sedate him.” 


Anatoly scratches his chin thoughtfully. 


“That’s strange…” he mumbles then turns to the monk. “That’s all, thank you. You may leave.” The other man nods and leaves the room. Anatoly starts pacing the room speaking to the body. 


“And who might Cassandra be, Ivan? You could have asked for anyone, but…why her?” 


The bed shuffles and a whispered ‘Fuck you’ id heard in a strained voice making Anatoly stop dead in his track. 


“You’re awake?” He turns to Ivan. “You’re awake!” 


Chapter 11