All Chapters of PerFecT LovE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~~Grace thrashed beneath the sheets, trapped in another terrifying nightmare, her body twisting as though she was fighting to escape something only she could see.Fear tightened around her chest until she suddenly cried out and bolted upright, drenched in sweat, her breathing coming in short, uneven gasps.The door suddenly pushed open with a force that made her gasp.A warm hand immediately wrapped around her trembling body. “Grace, calm down,” Noah said, his voice gentle as he tried to bring her back to reality.But Grace barely heard him. Her eyes were wide with terror, still seeing flashes of the nightmare, and when Noah tried to hold her, she shoved him away.“Let me go…” she stumbled toward the door, desperate to get out.“Grace!”She reached for the door, but Noah moved quickly and stepped in front of her, blocking her path.Thankfully, he had locked the door when he came into the room, leaving Mrs. Hail and James outside.He hadn't wanted anyone interrupting while he tried to

~~Grace sighed lustfully as she gazed at Noah’s broad shoulders. He was indeed a man in every sense of the word.For a fleeting moment, she found herself unable to tear her eyes away as he answered his phone.Her mind slipped without permission—back to the feel of his mouth on hers, the heavy press of his body, and the way his hand had slid under her shirt. She imagined what would have happened if that knock had never come.If he had pushed her down onto the bed, if those same hands had stripped her bare, if he had settled between her thighs and taken what no one else ever had.The thought of Noah being the one to claim her virginity sent a slow, unwanted heat through her stomach.She shook her head hard, forcing the thought away.“Wow, what a remarkable man you’ve captured,” Mrs. Hail said, appearing beside her like she’d been there the whole time. “Just like your mother. You have a knack for finding extraordinary things.”Grace chuckled softly.Mrs. Hail wasn’t merely her father’s s

~~~Lora sighed in frustration. As much as she wanted to ignore the annoying excuse of an executive standing in front of her, she couldn't. Not if she wanted to keep her position.Family or not.Damn you, Noah.He just had to make his sex mate an executive, didn't he?Grace Bush, the nobody who had walked into O.S. Publishing Firm as an ordinary employee, was now sitting in a position higher than hers and only a few steps away from becoming the president of the company.And if Grace wanted her position, getting there wouldn't exactly be difficult.Lora's jaw tightened.Yeah, like Mrs. Vera Creed would ever allow that to happen.If Noah hadn't breathed down the board's neck and made the department heads recognize Grace's authority, Lora doubted anyone would have taken her seriously. The contracts would have remained on hold until he returned, and Grace would have been left with nothing more than a fancy badge.But now she had to deal with this.And the worst part?Her stupid cousin, Sus

~~~As Grace’s eyes met Mrs. Vera’s, she saw the anger written across the older woman’s face. Vera didn’t waste a second. She marched toward Grace.“You little opportunist. I warned you to stay away from my son. Clearly your mother failed to teach you any sense of place.”Grace barely had time to step back before Vera’s hand shot toward her throat.Noah caught her wrist. “Don’t.”Vera stared at him as if the word itself were an insult.“You’re speaking to me like this? Over her? Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”Noah released her hand and stepped between them, his expression flat.“James.”The sudden change in his voice made James straighten.“Yes, Boss.”James glanced between Noah and his mother, silently praying neither of them would drag him into the middle of whatever was about to break.“I’m going home to rest. Handle whatever needs handling before you leave.”“Yes, Boss.”Noah turned away from his mother, ignoring her stunned expression and the shocked faces of Susan and

***Grace was so deep in thought that she barely noticed the familiar landscape outside the plane window. The fields and rooftops she hadn't seen in years blurred into an indistinct patchwork. The bittersweet rush of returning home was overshadowed by a gnawing anxiety. She hadn't been back in so long, and now there was no time to savor the moment.The plane's wheels touched down, jolting her from her thoughts. As soon as she stepped off the plane, she realized there was no one there to greet her. The emptiness ate at her, but there was no time to dwell on it. She flagged down a taxi and, with a heavy heart, directed the driver to the hospital.There was no time to go home or check into a hotel. She clutched her luggage tightly, the wheels clattering against the polished hospital floors as she rushed through the entrance. At the front desk, a cluster of nurses bustled about, their uniforms crisp and white under the fluorescent lights. Her mother’s case was well-known here; everyone se