The Grey’s のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Emilia ClarkI sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey.No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.The Greys had recently placed a mysterious job ad without any description. I stumbled upon it in my email last night, and this morning I received a call for an interview. For all I knew, it could be a trap. Glancing around, I noticed three other girls sitting quietly in the corner, also waiting.Please, don't let this be some sketchy modeling gig. I desperately need the money, but not that desperately."Mrs. Grey will see you now," the receptionist announced, her crisp voice snapping me back to reality.I took a deep breath and stood up. You've got this, Emilia.As I entered Mrs. Grey's office, I had to stifle a gasp. It was enormous, making every

EmiliaI fidgeted nervously in my seat, glancing around the small private conference room. Mrs. Grey sat across from me, her posture rigid and expression unreadable. I'd never pegged her as someone who'd wait for anyone, so this meeting must be crucial.The door suddenly burst open, startling me. A woman in a crisp black and white dress rushed in, slightly out of breath."My apologies for the delay, Mrs. Grey," she said, setting her bag down and taking the seat next to me.Mrs. Grey merely nodded, her steely gaze unwavering.The newcomer turned to me with a polite smile. "You must be Emilia Clark." She extended her hand, which I shook tentatively. "Helen Wilson, legal counsel for the Greys.""Nice to meet you," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.Helen wasted no time, pulling files from her bag and spreading them across the table. "Shall we begin with the contract?" she asked her tone all business. "Ms. Clark, do you need me to explain the arrangement?"I shook my head vigorou

EmiliaIt's been nearly three weeks since my insemination, and I'm not quite sure how I've made it through without completely losing my mind. Sleep eludes me, food tastes like ash, and every time I close my eyes, I'm haunted by the crushing guilt of considering selling my first child for money.For the past hour, I've been sitting at the dining table, listlessly pushing food around my plate. I don't even know what I'm supposed to be eating; it all tastes equally revolting. Finally giving up, I scrape the leftovers into a container and shove it into the fridge, telling myself I'll eat later even though I know I won't.As I'm about to retreat to my room, my phone starts vibrating. I fish it out of my pocket and glance at the caller ID. My stomach drops. It's her. Mrs. Grey. The devil herself.I debate whether to answer, knowing full well that ignoring her isn't an option. She owns me now, after all. With a resigned sigh, I swipe to accept the call."Hello," I answer, unable to keep the

A week later...EmiliaI stormed out of the shower, water dripping onto the tile floor as I wrapped a towel around myself. "I'm done," I declared finally, my voice echoing off the bathroom walls. "No child should ever be subjected to such a toxic environment." Amber was at the sink, carefully removing her makeup. She raised an eyebrow at me in the mirror."You should have seen the way he spoke to me," I continued, anger and hurt bubbling up inside me. "He didn't even look at me once like I repelled him or something."Amber sighed, setting down her cotton pad. And listening to me ranting all over again, this had been going on for days, "I told you it wouldn't be easy. The Greys are known for being arrogant and selfish. I warned you, but you wouldn't listen."I felt a pang of guilt. "I know, I should have listened to you. I'm sorry. I was so blinded by the money that I ignored everything else."Amber's expression softened. "So what's the plan here, Em? Are you still going through with

EmiliaMrs. Grey stood in the doorway, a black folder clutched in her manicured hand. She entered the room silently, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Leaning against the wall, she fixed me with an icy stare, her eyes roaming over me in deadly silence.Her calm composure terrified me more than any shouting could have. My inner voice reminded me harshly: You just attempted to abort her unborn grandchild a few hours ago. You should be more than terrified, Emilia."What was the plan, Miss Clark?" Mrs. Grey finally broke the silence, her voice dripping with disdain. "You thought you could get rid of my grandchild and get away with it?"I stared at my feet, unable to meet her gaze. That had been exactly the plan.Summoning what little courage I had left, I whispered, "How did you find me?"Mrs. Grey let out a cold laugh. "I had surveillance placed on you. Did you think I would allow a lowly girl, possibly carrying my grandchild, to wander around the city freely? How stupid do