Breakaway Grace Reilly Novels & Stories

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?"

“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.

It was pointless with her aunt. "Are you trying to walk out on me, Leilani?" Grace asked and pulled her arms, forcing her to sit down. The woman might look fragile, but she isn't as she seemed. Grace was a strong woman who had worked in a criminal organization before. She had also been arrested once and spent years in jail. Leila wasn't surprised that she had all of that strength. "What do you want? Let go of me!" She declared. "Give me more," Grace demanded.

There was a moment of silence and Isabella could see that Grace was a little uncomfortable. “Well, thank you for your compliment Neely but I got divorced a few months back and have returned home for good.” Neely’s mouth was open for some time as she looked shocked. Isabella had to kick her leg to bring her back out of her trance look. Although even she was shocked when she heard it. “Okay, I am sorry. I didn’t know that. It's good you are back.” Neely said awkwardly trying to ease the atmosphere. “Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. It’s already been six months and he has moved on in his life, so I decided to return to my parents.” Gracie explained without anyone asking her but she was looking

But she'd made it here on her own, across miles of dangerous territory, with nothing but determination keeping her alive. *Just like her mother,* I thought with a mixture of pride and heartbreak. Rebecca had been just as stubborn, just as unwilling to give up when she believed in something. I followed the stretcher to the medical center, my mind already racing with questions. What had happened to drive my granddaughter to my gates? Who had hurt her badly enough to leave rejection bond trauma? And most importantly, what was I going to do with the daughter of the child I'd disowned? Grace's POV

Daisy felt confused and asked her mother. Grace was already in her sixties. However, because she had spent her life making herself more beautiful, she still looked relatively young and pretty. When she saw the four of them in the distance, her eyes lit up. She said, “Oh, you are right. How come Rene knows them so well? Daisy, who is that girl over there? Is she married?” Grace Miller was from Ireland and was a gentle and sweet woman. She spoke in a very kind way as if Alice were her friend.

One lady said while raising the glass towards her. "Thank you Ms. Layla..." Grace smiled. "Pleasure to have you here." Not all people knows that Grace Was once Dominick's wife because he kept her away from the cameras because of his overprotectivenss. "Hmm... Nice dress" Grace clenched her jaw when she saw shasha in front of her. "Silver!... Be careful of wine" She smirked. Shasha was wearing black dress and it was beautiful, little revealing but beautiful. Her Ash grey hair was making her look stunning.

She looked comical. Her legs couldn’t bear the pain anymore and finally gave up. Grace fell on the ground with a loud thump and that’s when her dam broke. Loud sobs escaped her mouth recalling those freaks in that disgusting club. But the question was does she even hold the right to bad mouth anymore when she did the same thing? The reality was a tight slap on her face. Because no matter how much she tries to run from it she can’t deny the fact that she used sex to get rid of the pain of heartbreak.

“You have to stop. Right now. This isn’t some revenge game anymore. If Finnian even suspects what you’re doing, he won’t just threaten you. He will make you disappear. You know what kind of man he is.” “I know exactly what kind of man he is,” I snapped, yanking my arm free. Tears burned behind my eyes, hot and sudden. “You only heard the stories, Grace. You didn’t live them. He didn’t break you. He didn’t take your mother from you. He didn’t strip away every piece of who you were until you didn’t recognize yourself anymore.” Her eyes filled too, but she didn’t back down. “Ley, please. Give the drive to the police. Let them deal with it. Pack a bag and get out of the city.”