Author Genevieve Graham Novels & Stories

her tone was sad. “I’m sorry, Mom. I’ve been so busy,” he apologized with a grimace, his expression filled with guilt and regret. Ava watched them quietly. Genevieve looked like an older, petite, feminine version of Zac. She had an average build and soft streaks of gray woven into her black hair. She was stunning in a graceful, ageless way. As Ava observed the heartwarming exchange between mother and son, an unfamiliar warmth settled in her chest. A soft smile played on Genevieve’s lips, and Ava couldn’t look away.

AURIELLE I stood there telling myself he was just bluffing, trying to mess with my head after our fight. Dominic wouldn’t actually call someone and bring her here. He was angry and wanted to prove a point because I told him he could do whatever he wanted. I waited, arms crossed, convinced it was all talk. Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. My stomach dropped when the maid led Genevieve inside. She looked like a model, really tall, with long blonde hair that fell in perfect waves, a beautiful face with high cheekbones, full lips, and a body wrapped in a tight red dress that showed off her curves.

Regardless of whether that something is retouching my messed up relationship with Liam, I can't tell. "Committee, do you truly not recall her?" Elijah makes some noise, interfering with the exchange of the others. "It was a couple of years prior that you thought about her as an Up-and-comer." All development stops in the room, even time appears to end. "Unquestionably... you don't imply that she is the one that kicked the bucket under your consideration," Genevieve blasts. "Indeed, I was alloted to her. I was there when she passed on in a fender bender. In any case, I was likewise there when she reawakened, with eyes of radiant green, crying about a dull animal that turned her dad's eyes red

The uncertainty clawed at me, but then her voice, soft but firm, came through. “Ophelia? Is everything okay?” I leaned back in my chair, taking a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking about our last conversation. I wanted to reach out, and see if we could talk.” There was a pause, just long enough for me to feel the weight of the silence. “Talk? About what, exactly?” I knew I had to tread carefully. Genevieve wasn’t just anyone. She was Aaron’s sister, and though she was confined to a wheelchair, she was no less powerful in the world Aaron inhabited. If anything, she held an influence in her own right.

She looked little to nothing like him and the lady who just walked in was a copy-and-paste version of her father. The lady stepped forward, bowing her head before them. “Hello everyone, sorry for interrupting your meal. I’m Genevieve Brent Gray.” “What is your name again?” Mr Gray rose from the chair followed by everyone else. They stood, frozen in shock. “Genevieve Brent Gray.” Noah groaned. “Say that name again and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to say a word in your whole life.” “I’m sorry, you are?” She looked him over, her eyes glinting at his sight. “Oh Mr Hank, you’re here.”

“We don’t steal recipes, honey. We acquire.” Before Rory could react, Genevieve swept in from the back like a choir solo—earrings, floral wrap dress, and a smile that could broker a truce or a war. “Well, if it isn’t the du Prée delegation. I’m Genevieve St. James, resident truth-teller and part-time hurricane.” Mabel grinned. “pardon me”— I’ve heard about you.” “And You’ll definitely hear more if you stay for pie,” Genevieve replied. “and You must be the mother.”

Aurora giggled and slipped inside her room, leaving me in the hall with Genevieve. "Good night, prince," she said curtly. Genevieve was the only woman I'd ever met who didn't fall all over herself in my presence. Whatever it was about me that made women blush and giggle, she didn't fall prey to it at all. She regarded me with a stone-faced expression from the moment I met her. She was stunningly beautiful, fit, and had an air of mystery about her that had my attention. I wanted to know everything about her and I'd only met her today.

Mother gave me a nod which meant for me to go ahead; if only she knew what I was planning. “Good evening everyone, I would like you all to know some few things happening tonight,” I said, avoiding my parents' gaze at all costs. I wasn’t going to let them push me into doing something that wasn’t my fault. Dahlia stole her sister's fiancé and that is a crime frowned on. “As you all know, I’m Genevieve Parker, daughter of Mr and Mrs Martin Parker. I’m their eldest who is supposed to get engaged tonight but due to some unfortunate circumstances that isn’t going to hold,” I looked at everyone and smiled when they started whispering.

She faced everything alone. So he held himself still, drinking in the sight of her until a slim woman with honey-brown hair strode through the door with all the command of a model on a catwalk. "Excellent. You made it. It's nice to meet you, Porter. I'm Genevieve Kessinger." She offered her hand, effectively breaking his paralysis. Her grip was firm, businesslike, as if she were ready to run a board meeting, even in the middle of the damned night.