Grace And Sean Stevens Novel Novels & Stories

Leaning over the edge of the yacht, I called out to the Captain, and gave him a thumbs up which he quickly replied to, getting himself on the yacht, and getting ready to drive off before anymore unwelcomed guests took the opportunity to climb aboard. But despite my negative thoughts, I wasn't all too annoyed. With Sandra here, I doubt Malachi would attempt to do anything that would risk Ines's smile. In that aspect, I was grateful to Maxwell for thinking ahead. "Sandra, hello!" A cheery voice, Ines, greeted as she came to stand beside me, a happy grin on her face when she saw the woman whom she had only met once before. Yesterday. And the blonde-headed woman greeted her with just as cheery o

Somewhere were women reading articles about the bet and seeing themselves in Grace's story, seeing their own manipulations reflected in my documented strategy. And somewhere, maybe in Oregon, maybe in Portland or Cannon Beach or some small town I'd never heard of, Grace was building a new life. Pregnant or not pregnant, I didn't even know. Gone from my life completely except as evidence of my worst self, as the person who'd seen through me when I couldn't see through myself.

It was still the same in my memory—after all, it hasn’t been weeks ever since grandma had died and Alaric had announced to everyone the dissolution of our bond while bringing a woman with him—parading her and as if he was telling everyone that she’s more important than the mate he has. I shook my head, forcing myself to stop thinking about it—forcing those thoughts to hide that even I, couldn’t access to those thoughts. I stepped out of the car just as the driver’s seat opened. A servant bowed stiffly, eyes flicking to my face before dropping quickly, as if startled. “Luna Ashbourne,” she greeted. I paused. Then corrected calmly, “Elena Frost.” Her lips parted slightly. “Y—yes. Miss Frost.”

"Don't be naive. Wall Street is not a place where a miner's-town girl changes the rules with pretty speeches. My family has roots here. Networks, funds, board seats. You can't pick those up by having dinner with the right men a few times." I listened quietly. Under that elegant face, what had been hidden for fifty years finally showed itself. A stolen name, a stolen identity, a stolen life, and still the same arrogance. She was not Grace Walker. Grace Walker was my grandmother, who had died with her eyes open, still whispering the name of the man who had promised to come back. I tightened my palm and kept my voice cold. "Are you done? Mrs. Hale, the result will not change. Please leave."

The last thing I remembered was my stepmother handing me a cup of coffee and wishing me good morning with a broad smile on her face. I never knew that behind that smile was a plan. And that plan is exactly where I am now. Leila took a step closer and crouched, her face now inches from mine. “I won't lie, Grace,” she whispered mockingly. “You were something back then. The golden girl, the perfect one. Everyone wanted to be you. But look at you now.” Her eyes scanned me from head to toe like I was filth. “This is what happens to people who don’t know their place.”

"I nearly believed you'd ignore me again." "Your grandson dares not," he answered smoothly, his tone betraying no fear despite the subtle sarcasm. Grace slipped quietly into her seat, murmuring a soft good morning. She looked exhausted and fragile, like a porcelain doll about to crack. I wondered if she knew about Ethan's dinner with Dr. Sutherland and that Stone girl. The rumors were already spreading through the pack like wildfire. I beckoned Grace closer with an imperious finger. "Where shall we go today?" I asked, softening my tone slightly.

Grace thought she had finally found a family when the wealthy Wells family adopted her. To win their love, she became everything they wanted—obedient, perfect, and the ideal substitute for their lost daughter. The only person she truly believed cared for her was her boyfriend, Lucas Marino. But her world shattered the day the real daughter returned. Overnight, Grace was cast aside, treated as nothing but a shadow of someone else. Lucas, the man she trusted most, revealed his true heart—he had only ever seen her as a stand-in. Heartbroken and betrayed, grace got drunk and an got in an accident. The accident brought her face-to-face with Ethan Marino—Lucas’s uncle and the powerful head of

“Grace believes too. That’s what makes her dangerous and exploitable. Belief blinds you to the angles of the board. Grace will walk straight into the fire if she hears her child’s cry.” At that, Catherine flinched just slightly but Vivienne saw it. “You’re… really going to use Nova like that?” Catherine asked quietly. “She’s just a baby.” “Just a baby,” Vivienne repeated, the words cold, clinical. “And the strongest chain I could place around Grace’s neck. The girl will come crawling on her knees the moment she hears that child whimper. Noah will follow, because he thinks he’s her savior and then…” She tapped her pen against the notebook, a sharp staccato. “Checkmate.”

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.

Not satisfied, I sneaked to the door and carefully opened it to scan the areas thoroughly. Unfortunately, I didn't find a single soul around to prove that someone might be eavesdropping on our conversation. As I was about to leave, Sean, my editor, showed up out of the blue. I wanted to let go and return to Marcus inside my office, but my guts wouldn't let me. It kept raising my awareness that Sean might be the one spying on me. The moment we established eye contact, Sean nearly freaked out. He wanted the ground to swallow him.