Gracie Faris Novels & Stories

Adam pouted and huffed before settling into the chair next to the empty one beside Alaric, making sure to leave a seat of safety between them. Almost immediately after they sat down, Liam’s wife leaned toward me, her voice low as she spoke. “Hi, my name is Grace. You must be Miss Isla. I’ve heard so much about you from my husband,” she said in a cheerful tone, her voice a little excited. As I looked at her, she reminded me of an overexcited teenager, and I couldn’t help but notice how different her personality was from Liam’s, who I had never seen smile, not even once.

She peeled off her sunglasses like they were part of a performance. Emilia froze. Max stood abruptly, his paper falling to the floor. “Grace?” His voice was low, stunned. Grace Montague. The Grace Montague. International actress. Heiress. The daughter of a media mogul. Once dubbed America’s Tragic Darling after a tabloid whirlwind that involved rehab, lawsuits, and a high-profile disappearance to an ashram in Bali. She was also Max’s most public, most high-profile heartbreak. The only woman he’d ever spoken of in the past tense with anything resembling vulnerability.

“Do you know that he dated his co-worker, someone named Grace?” “What? No. How do you know that?” Then Farrah showed me her phone, a picture of William and his assistant, Grace, in a floor-length gown at the MET gala. It was an article about billionaire William Shaw and model Grace Kim. It said the two worked together at LiVo Technologies, and Kim was the reason for Shaw’s recent divorce from socialite wife, Victoria Shaw. “That’s a gossip column. It can’t be true. I’ve met Grace. She’s his personal assistant right now.”

He was well aware of the implications of the news and the battles that lay ahead. *Headline 1: Unveiling the Unprecedented: Kiara, Wife of Rival, Served as CFO at GRACE!* In a shocking revelation, it has come to light that Kiara Adams, wife of business magnate Viaan Adams, had been working as Chief Financial Officer (CFO) at GRACE, owned by none other than her husband’s fierce competitor, Hunter Brown. The startling information has stirred up a wave of speculation and intrigue, leaving the public and business circles buzzing with astonishment.

Grace dreamed of me? *****

“Girls with more thousands on their social media than in their bank accounts.” “He doesn't, cause I'm not.” I boasted. “I run a consultancy here in Mount Leigh.” I added proudly, even though I gradually felt strength seeping out of me, which was strange. “Oh, well. I'm Grace, Grace Morgan. Lucas's ex-wife.” She sucked her teeth, smacked her lips, and threw the little hand mirror she was holding back into her purse. “Wow.” I said. I wished I'd isn't let out my surprise but it was too late.

and scrolled through my phone looking at things I shouldn't look at. Grace's Vogue cover stared back at me. She looked incredible. Not the carefully styled perfection I remembered from our marriage but something rawer, more real. Her hair was natural, her smile was genuine, and she radiated the kind of confidence I'd spent three years systematically destroying. The headline made my chest tight: "Grace Monroe: The Single Mother Disrupting Fashion and Redefining Success."

I checked the box beside that option. “Awesome!” the brunette, which I figured was Stacy, said as she beckoned to a long and lean woman with blonde hair, well- toned arms, a flat stomach and thighs that any woman would envy. “This is Gracie; she will be your trainer! Gracie, this is Tori and it’s her first day with us.” Shit. So much for a hot encounter with a hard bodied young thing. She held out one strong hand and shook mine, a hard fast pump, before letting go. “If you’re ready you can start now.”

Arthur Flynn. I started searching online for any publicly available details about Celeste and Tiffany but I’m more inclined to Tiffany. Yeah. General Grace is more of a Tiffany than Celeste. I found a social media account but there’s no photos of people. Her photos were more about nature and overseas travels. But I’m still on tract. The Guardian of the North is a nature-lover, it matches her personality. I clicked the next article but this time, Tiffany Brooks finally has a face. It was a CSR event of Grand Royale Bank where she works as an account associate for investment banking. Okay, that’s not General Grace, but alarm bells started ringing.