Breakaway Grace Reilly Novels & Stories

As he wanted to say something she pulled away from him, "If you think that by doing all this, I might go back to you then you are wrong. I will never do that." "Avery." "I am sleepy. Please leave, Mr Wyatt." Turning her back at him, she pulled the cover on her body. Sadly, he kept staring at her. There, Isla ran out of the elevator in a hurry. Upon seeing Grace she asked her, "Where's Drea? How is she now?" Grace answered, "She is in the room, she is better now but as you know, she wants to leave so... We are trying to keep her here." "Yeah..."

Had her patience never shown at all? "It's fine if you think of me as a troublemaker. We'll be officially divorced soon, so you don't have to worry about that anymore. I'll disappear from your life; you'll be at peace after this." Grace said with indescribable feelings. She felt pain, anger, and sadness. All those feelings were mixed together. "Grace, you're finally back." There was a soft voice coming from the stairs. Claire put on a sweet face with a big smile etched on her lips. She stepped down the stairs, then approached Jackson as she hugged his arm.

“I know the truth about Anna now. She set you up, and I’ve sent her to the dungeon. I’ve even learned that she betrayed Lorenzo. She can forget ever getting out.” “Oh.” I nodded. “Is there something else?” Alessandro was taken aback. He thought that I’d be glad, moved, and come running back into his arms. I did nothing of that sort. All I did was stare at him in utmost composure, like he was unrelated to me even in the slightest sense. “Amora…” His voice trembled. “Come back with me. I know I was wrong. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” “Alessandro.” I looked him in the eye and said clearly, “We are divorced.”

Liam was strumming a guitar, playing something quiet and folk-like. And Grace. Grace was nineteen. She was the youngest, the surprise, the miracle born after the war was supposedly over. She stood up. She was wearing a simple white dress, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. She held a glass of sparkling water. "One more toast," Grace said. Her voice was soft, but it carried the same quiet authority that Aria had developed over decades. "We're out of cider," Theo noted sleepily from his chair. "I don't need cider," Grace said. "I just need you to listen."

“No, let me finish. Please try and see things from my side as well. I have lost my father today. No, worse than that, I murdered my father today. I’m looking back at my past and I’m realising that everything I thought I knew was a lie. I’m not trying to make this a competition, I know you’ve had it so much worse. But can’t you see that you’re not the only one who has been hurt by all this?” “I know,” she whispered back to me, finally making direct eye contact with me. I rushed forward and knelt between her legs, taking her hands in mine. "What is it, Grace? what's holding you back from beginning the rest of your life?" "I don't want to return to that pack. I'm not ready." She looked so miser

Enraged, Grace was trembling with anger, she lashed out even after closing the door, "What kind of people are they! Assh*les!" "Mom, don't be angry anymore, they are not worth it," Anna convinced her, she was not influenced by the drama that had unfolded just now and continued washing the dishes. Hellen and Imelda had fallen into the trap set by her, so what was there to be angry about! After calming down, Grace turn to Anna and asked, “right baby, is it true that the penalty is that high if you break the contract?"

“But what could she possibly tell them to make them so pissed? I made damn sure they both knew where they stood with me, and besides, I’ve already moved on to Grace in—Oh. Hey, Grace.” Grace—whom I’d never seen before and had no idea which department she came from—stormed into the room to slap her hands onto Brick’s desktop and glare across it at him. “Just so we’re clear, it’s over. Don’t call me, don’t talk to me, and don’t even look at me, you bastard. What you did was sick…and just wrong.” She swung away to stroll from the office like a boss. Brick shook his head slowly and let out a low whistle. “Damn. I have no idea what my dear mother told them, but I seriously need to take notes for

“Fuck” A loud curse woke me up from my nap and I saw what Ananya was looking at. I had slept for almost half an hour and Anu was still on my lap and my legs felt numb by then. Groaning I adjusted myself while her eyes were still fixed on the laptop screen as she had just seen a ghost. “What happened, Anu?” “I think I know who helped Rehan runaway.” My form tensed while her eyes were still on the laptop screen. “Who?” “Tanya Shrivastav.”

Vera suddenly asked, catching Grace off guard. “Ah," Grace flinched at the question. "No," she responded with a sad smile, "but I did do something worse, though,” she added. Taken aback, Vera asked in shock, “What?” Grace took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Mrs. Vera’s. She thought to herself, 'Maybe it's time she knew about my past.' Settling into her chair, Grace began to recount her story, holding nothing back. She spoke of the accident that shattered her life, her father's tragic death, her own trauma, and her mother's prolonged coma. She explained how her mother had only recently woken up, which was why she had disappeared for months.