Novel & Cerita Breakaway Grace Reilly

My eyebrows narrow at her, “How much wine did you drink?” Katherine rolls her eyes and Olivia laughs from her seat, “But really? How is Katherine the logical one, she throws grenades and smiles at the explosion they create.” “Yeah,” I laugh. “I blame Grace, she used to be the logical one.” “Now I'm a mess,” Grace raises her glass, right before gulping down the rest of her wine. We all murmur in agreement, We are all a mess but Grace takes the cup. She has no fixed direction in her life, she always has been broken, but back then, only we knew it, and she owned up to herself, she was a fireball. That grace would never let a man treat her that way, but the desperate need of feeling that love sh

Jane said and went to Estella's side The whole day was super hectic for Jane, she had to learn almost twenty dishes, and now the only thing left for her to do was to clean and arrange the young master's room, but she could barely lift a finger at all She was still lost in thought when she heard a voice from the living room "Hello everyone I'm back" Grace shouted so everyone could hear her, she had missed home so much, she had left the country three years back when Doctor Mike had introduced a girl he met only God knows where to everyone and they had gotten married three months later, she couldn't bear the pain, so she just left Of course, she didn't tell anyone that was the reason why she ha

She let out this small, wounded sound that twisted my gut. “Because he protected you,” Rebecca told her. “You’re the only person he still loves. The only conscience he has left.” “I need to talk to him.” Grace sounded desperate now. “Be careful. When I got confronted, I got worse before I got better. Denial is a hell of a drug.” “I have to try.” The recording ended. None of us spoke for a long time. ---- Grace flew back that same night and went straight to Harrison’s house. We didn’t hear the full story until she showed up at our door later, completely broken.

"Hah... just like you never would have hurt me. You broke me, Rhyder. Shattered my very core. Do you really think that I would be naive enough to even give you the slightest chance to do the same to my child?" "Oh, come on, Grace... that's not..." "That's not what, Rhyder? Not fair? No shit! A lot of things aren't fair! Like the fact that you cheated on me with my best friend and got her pregnant. Like the fact that I had to leave my pack, my family, and everything that I knew behind because I couldn't stand the embarrassment. Like the fact that I had to start over and raise my child alone... don't you dare talk to me about what's fair."

Damian finishes with a low sigh. Stacey grips to the phone as she froze to her spot. Unable to think and unable to move. "I hope that's enough reasons to let those reporters off my back.... she's gone and I've moved on." He added after a while. Though he disconnected the call, she remained that way for minutes before she finally walked to the bed and stare down at her phone. "Mrs Grace had powers!?..." ____

He is the man of the house, and needs to be informed before I take steps like this. “Uhm… You know what? I just need to ask my husband. When he comes back home from work, I’ll discuss this with him, okay?” I assured her so she would calm down a little. She nodded her head and hugged me again. ~ Later in the evening, Reece came back home and I welcomed him, but his eyes were on Gracie. “Who is she” He asked me out of curiosity, and I gulped down my saliva. “Uhm… She is Gracie. And… and uhm… I met her on the road, helpless. She said she is from an orphanage, but they were maltreating her, so she ran away, and she has been missing for months.” I explained to Reece.

Fortunately, around that time, the waitress came and took our orders. “Well…” she said after a few moments of dead air. I sipped my beer. “Where do you want me to start?” “Start with the baseball mom, what’s her name?” “Grace.” “Grace. How old is Grace? “Forty or forty-one, maybe forty-two. She told me she got married at nineteen, and she has a twenty-one-year-old daughter. I’m just not sure of the time frame.” “And her son is…” “He’ll be sixteen next month.”

Grace flinched but kept walking. Sebastian watched them walk away and spoke quietly to his friends, “There is one thing that they said today that was true. Grace is a devout Greek Orthodox Christian.” He looked at Celine and winked, then whispered, “My little genius.” Grace was seated at the witness stand. Even with her lovely makeup and clothes, she looked small and wan. The bailiff was a young man who obviously had a soft spot for Grace if all the big-eyed glances he cast her way could be counted as evidence. Grace was the perfect honey trap. Though she normally was not a timid woman, at that moment, she looked vulnerable, and her vulnerability enhanced her beauty.

“Grace, don’t do this.” She pulled away. “I’m leaving tonight. And I’m taking our memories with me. You can keep the ruins.” His voice cracked. “He was my son too.” “Then you should’ve answered the phone.” --- Hours later, Grace passed through Ironclaw’s gates with a satchel over her shoulder and her spine unbent. She didn’t say goodbye to the elders. She didn’t leave a note. She didn’t look back. Behind her, the keep stood tall—but its walls whispered betrayal.

A low murmur rippled through the control room. Grace continued, voice steady despite the tightness in her chest. “My mother uncovered financial misconduct at the highest levels of the Hayes Group more than fifteen years ago. When internal channels failed, she faced a choice—go public and risk being erased entirely, or disappear and preserve the truth until it could no longer be buried.” “Disappear… intentionally?” the anchor asked. “Yes,” Grace said. “To survive. And to protect me.” The silence was deafening. Phones buzzed wildly off-camera. Someone cursed under their breath.