Andrew Graves X Reader Novels & Stories

Chapter 1686 & 1687 The next morning, Grace went to deliver Andrew's clothes to him. The man had developed an annoying habit these days. He needed Grace to pick out all his clothes for him every season. Smelling the alcohol in the room, Grace kicked him right in the ass. She had no mercy. Andrew growled with discontent. He blamed himself for being blind and falling in love with such a rude woman. Eaton was also awake. The baby was starting to recognize people.

Shivers ran down my spine as memories of my past came flooding back to mind. "Is he dead ?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "No, he will live until I want him to die," Andrew replied coldly, sending a shiver down my spine. "I hate people who betray me, especially when they use my name for their own gain. It's a lesson he won't soon forget." The chilling tone in Andrew's voice made me question just how far he was willing to go to maintain his power and control. "Hmmm..." I thought to myself, feeling a sense of unease settle in the pit of my stomach. Andrew's words were a stark reminder of the darkness that resided within him, and I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets he was

I was glad that he didn't follow me. I thought about when Alexander had approached me at Louise... How thin and haggard he had looked...... His hair and beards had been looking unkempt... And then when I hurt him with that vase.... He hadn't even bothered to try to stop the bleeding... Instead, he sat on the couch, smoked and let the blood drip down his shirt. *It seemed as if Mr Graves was dying as well...He was losing himself and he kept on wanting to feel physical pain...he would do anything to get hurt physically... getting cuts...getting beaten up by thugs...