Novel & Cerita Gracie Abrams Mess It Up

She muttered, "That should have been me." However, it was too late. She was seven years too late. Andrew was now contented, and she had her career to worry about, now that she was slowly losing sponsorships. As she threw a tissue on her trash bin, she muttered, "This is all your fault, Alyssa. Cancer shit! Now, I'm stuck with it! Fuck! Andrew even hates me!" Just as she was mumbling, complaining about her recent misfortune, Gracelyn received a call from her manager. When she answered the call, she heard the manager say, "This is our last chance. Are you going to accept the appearance at the game show?"

Steve’s P.O.V. Next morning, I wake up early, disturbed by the sound of Grace setting up a live video on I*******m. Annoyance flares up in me as I hear her greeting her fans. “Hey, everyone! It’s Grace, and welcome to my first I*******m Live after my wedding. I know you’ve been waiting for this, so before we dive into your questions, here’s a quick fashion tip for you. Always add a touch of confidence to your outfit. It’s the best accessory you can wear. Now, let’s get to your questions and comments.”

As I step out, all of them start to scream. “I can only imagine how tomorrow night is going to be.” “One thing I can attest to is that our girl’s going to be screaming the night away,” Brittney says, eyeing me. “Guys,” I say. “She is all flushed up." Grace squeaks. “Grace may and may not have mistakenly blurted out that you guys haven't done the do.” Zoe annouces. “Grace! That's not supposed to be public knowledge.” I say. “It was a mistake.”

**** Grace took a deep breath as she closed the door, standing there for a second, almost forgetting James's presence until he spoke. “That took a while, you okay?” he asked, noticing the angry expression on her face. She looked at him with rage. “Oh yeah, I am perfectly fine,” she said through a forced smile. “Okay, you are definitely not okay. What happened?” He pressed. His question only worsened her present rage. “You must be talking about yourself, James, because I, GRACE BUSH, AM SUPER DUPER,” she spat out without even raising her head.

Seeing Grace get angry, Ryan immediately coaxes her, "Okay, baby, don't get angry. Lucien killed Barry. It's none of your business!" Grace laughs and pushes Ryan, "let's find a buyer and sell this ring! I'll be back in a minute and keep gambling!" Ryan sighs. He tries to persuade grace to stop gambling, but he is afraid Grace will be angry. He just doesn't speak. In a low-key high-end apartment, Abby is flirting with Troy. "Troy, I don't like all this..." She points to a bunch of wedding ring albums on the table with her tender white fingers. "When I see these jewels, I don't feel moved at all!"

I ask. Missy goes into the whole explanation on how a girl was glaring at Grace and the girl stood up for Grace. She got into an argument with the girl telling her if she wanted to me meet me, she could. I raise a brow. But didn’t say anything. She and Grace spent the entire day together. I am relieved Grace made a friend, but I don’t trust the girl. “She sounded like she knew who Damian was. Not surprising though that fool sleeps with anything in a skirt. It was hilarious to see two women arguing about that fool.” Missy smacks her thigh standing up. “I better get back to my post.” She says before walking out of the room.

“You’re unstable. Leave me alone.” Grace’s final message: “Fine. You’ll never see me again. None of them will.” “When was this?” I demanded. Nora checked the timestamp. “Three hours ago. Four hours after Maxwell’s message.” Maxwell had replied: “What are you planning? Don’t do anything stupid.” Then: “Grace? Answer me.” And finally: “I made a mistake getting you out of rehab. I’m finding you and getting you real help.” “Look at this,” Alexander called from the other side of the room. A wall of modeling photos—Grace in her prime, striking poses for fashion magazines.

With that, Julie turned on her heels and stormed out of the studio. The silence that enveloped us was deafening. I looked at Grace, but she was staring at the box she clutched in her hands and shaking her head. “I can’t believe I screwed up this big.” She whispered, voice filled with remorse and self hatred. “It was such a ridiculous oversight not to hand deliver such an important client’s order. What a fuckup.” A computer’s ping sounded sharply as I took the box out of her hands and placed it on the counter. Grace finally looked up, her eyes glossy from unshed tears.

Who the hell was he to mess up with my mind like this? I didn’t need to define myself now just because I met a beautiful piece of ass that came with a brilliant mind and a good heart. Nicholas Atkins making me feel things I haven’t felt for anyone before and I hated it… because it was all new and unfamiliar to me. I rejected the call and then turned off my phone. Brett was looking at me carefully. “What happened with, you know, Gracie?” Good! That’s just the distraction I needed. I shrugged. “I haven’t spoken to her since that night she and her mother beat the hell out of Terry Lakefield.”

she said, then stormed out. "You’re all going to give me wrinkles before I turn fifty," Gracie mimicked under her breath as she walked away. "She says that like she’s not turning forty-nine this year," Michael added with a grin. "Speak for yourself—you’ll be so wrinkled no guy will want to marry you!" Gracie shot back, making me laugh despite everything. Our boss, Rose Brighton, was tough and demanding—but she paid well, and for all her nagging, she could be surprisingly playful with us too.