Breakaway Grace Reilly Novels & Stories

He chuckled. “Valeria was the leader, after all,” he said, and Grace looked up. She dropped her son and found her way to the cameras. She saw them, Egan and Dmitri, and her eyes widened. Valeria had outsmarted her; she outsmarted everyone. All this while, she thought she was wasting her life away clubbing. She should have known; sometimes she would go off radar, and she thought she was once again wasting her life away under a rock. But obviously, she was wrong. Grace picked up a gun, running off.

With a wine glass in one hand and the media wrapped around her finger, she led Rosenthal Media like a queen. But she was ruthless. Grace remembered the fights, nights her mother would lock herself in her office, burning bridges and building new ones in a single breath. And then she disappeared. A plane crash off the coast of Monaco. No body found. Only wreckage. Grace was fourteen. “I never believed she died,” Grace told Julian, her voice trembling. “There were things she said, cryptic things. About going underground, about ‘faking death’ being the last escape from power.” Julian exhaled sharply. “And now, she’s back.”

“Yes dear. Already on it” Grace really is a supreme woman. A former luna but a physician too. She runs the pack hospital. She doesn’t need to work or have an occupation since dad had done so well for himself but she loves doing it. Ok, I need to focus on… well, nothing i guess since Zak gave me the afternoon. “Kalen, let’s stretch our legs”. I could feel him eagerly stretching, ready to burn some energy. For some reason I have so much nervous energy right now which is making me uncomfortable.

“Go back to Will if that’s what you want. You have my blessing.” She didn’t speak. She didn’t breathe. He released her and walked out of the dining room. Grace collapsed onto the table into a puddle of tears. She wasn’t sure what she should feel, so she settled on urgency. As soon as he was out of sight, she became a tornado as she moved through the house. Whatever she could get hands on she grabbed. There was no telling how serious he was. He could be waiting for her right outside. But she was determined. She was determined to escape. ***

She wrapped both hands around her mug, though she didn't drink from it. "I need you to understand something before I say anything else," Grace said. "What I'm about to tell you could destroy my life if it gets traced back to me. I have a daughter of my own now. A husband who doesn't know the first thing about who I used to work for. I'm not doing this lightly." "I understand," Riley said, and meant it. "Thank you. Truly." Grace was quiet a moment, staring down into her coffee like the words she needed were floating somewhere in its dark surface.

“Yes, that is some incriminating evidence. Just take care of yourself though and play low in the company, it is just for 6 months right?” “Yes, plus I am out of the shady business after the breakup with Ryan. Sage Enterprises is paying me well to help me take care of Dad and even pay my student loans,” I say while finishing my cone. “By the way, how are you dealing with that babe? It was pretty intense,” Reina asks as we take a seat at the park. “I am hanging on. I still cannot believe that Grace could do that to me.” “I know, that was so evil of her, they even moved in together, the audacity.”

Her pale fingers tightly squeezed a crumbled-up paper – a note that had her whole world crash and burn to the ground. Grace White, the girl who always had a smile on her face, always saw the good in people and was always so strong, finally broke. With her eyes closed, her ears sort out the giggling and the laughter of the two people who have made the last two years of her life, a living hell. In little Gracey’s heart, a spark was lit, and her mate’s and his wife-to-be’s happiness were the gasoline she needed.

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

Chris continued. “You hurt her and she left, carried her child alone, and married Ronan Alvarez. Still, you don’t see that as a sign to back off.” He paused, watching his friend. “What more do you think you can do about it?” Lewis’s grip tightened around his glass. Honestly, when he walked out the door and got into his car to meet up with Chris, he’d had the intention to just relax. Try to forget about the showcase and the thoughts brewing in his head.

“But you’ve never brought anyone home. Man or woman.” I look away. I didn’t come for an interrogation, but it seems like that’s what I walked into. “I guess that’s true,” I say lightly. I give her a look that says drop it. Grace shoots me a look back that says she knows I’m avoiding the subject at hand. “Of course it’s true. I have an excellent memory. I might look old, but my mind is young. You’re never old in your mind, or your heart. And I don’t ever remember meeting a girlfriend. Just Lilly. But you never bring her around anymore.” Her eyes are too knowing.