Carter Madison Grant Novels & Stories

“Ms. Carter. I’m calling on behalf of Mercer Holdings.” I froze just enough to notice it. Not fear. Not exactly. More like the way your brain goes alert when a room changes temperature. “Okay,” I said, keeping my tone neutral. “Who is this?” “My name is Grant. I handle sensitive matters for the Mercer family.” Another small pause, as if he was gauging whether I understood what sensitive meant. “We were told you’re discreet. And effective.” “Flattery is welcome,” I said. “So is context.”

He had been circling for months, sliding whispers through the cracks, dangling himself as an ally while feeding King information. And yet he hadn’t made a direct move not until now. When the meeting adjourned, most of them filed out quickly, eager to escape the pressure cooker. Only Grant lingered, sliding into the chair opposite me. “You’re bleeding, Carter,” he said, his voice smooth as oil. “And if you don’t cauterize the wound, you’ll bleed out on King’s floor.” I tilted my head. “Funny. You sound like a man who knows a lot about blood.”

“That’s not exactly Ava interrupts gently. “I am not property. I am not leverage. And I will not be shamed for the company I keep.” Silence.Cameras flash harder now. Grant begins walking toward them. Slow.Measured. The crowd parts instinctively. He is older than Caleb. Colder than Ethan. His presence does not demand attention. It absorbs it. “Ms. Carter,” Grant says smoothly. “Bold appearance. She holds his gaze.I prefer honest ones. His eyes flick to Ethan. “To see you still making reckless decisions is disappointing. Ethan steps forward slightly. “I stopped being afraid of you. Grant smiles faintly.

the man yelled starring at the 3 of them ,Lenny squatted down in front of him " lord Fred right .well we are sorry for this but we need your supply "she said calmly while smiling creepily at him " what supply " " oh don't play dumb idiot ,we know governor Roman asked you to deliver gun powder t him .we need the powder "Jericho snap " hell no he's..he's gonna kill me if I..I don't .. "shut the hell up tell him Lenny Adams took it " she said and punch his face and he passed out .

It was the headline in bold red letters flashing at the bottom of the screen… “THE CURRENT CEO OF GRANT HOLDINGS IS A FAKE — I AM THE REAL NATHANIEL GRANT.”

"Madi… Aria's really his wife?" Madison nodded."Do you even know who he is?" Vivian shook her head."I only ran into him a few times. I never asked his name." "Who is he? Is he important?" "He's the current chairman of Carter Group. Aiden Carter. The eldest son of the Carter family." The title hit Vivian like a punch. Her face drained of color."They're actually married? Legally?" Madison wordlessly pulled out her phone and showed her old screenshots.

Confused, Madeline looked at Carter who had a huge grin on his face. “Carter, what kind of person are you? Why are you doing all these? Just to inherit the position of the highest authority of St. Piaf?” Carter did not respond to Madeline’s questions, seemingly admitting to them tacitly.

Carter asked, getting Alex back from Country B is the big news in bigger parties and Carter is simply assumed with Justin’s work he had archived a lot without any background in just a few years. “Well, yes, it was Adair’s I mean President’s order and plan I was just following orders” Justin didn’t take credit he knows Carter has once served the army at his young age before going to the business world and was never interested in politics. “what’s the matter with your face?” Carter asked being concerned, “well, I got that while I was on a mission” Justin said and looked at Carter’s handsome face again cursing Alex for giving scars on his face. “that’s so good nowadays boys care about their fac