Grayson Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

"Mr. Grayson, you are being served an official notice of legal accusation and blackmail instigation. You allegedly conspired to defame Mr. Rowen Grayson using false testimony from Mr. and Mrs. Quinn—Melissa Grayson’s parents." I laughed, confused. "Wait—what? That’s bullshit. They made the video. They told the truth." The officer continued. "It has come to light that Melissa Grayson, formerly Melissa Quinn, went into hiding due to guilt from her extramarital affairs, not fear of Mr. Rowen Grayson. The evidence provided has been deemed manipulated." Eleanor gasped. "You mean Rowen cleared himself?" Charles stayed silent, face like stone. The officer spoke again. "Mr. Rowen Grayson is willing

“Is it because you’re ashamed?” The elders, their faces lined with age, looked away uncomfortably, their silence damning. Marcus turned to Travis, his voice cutting. “Do you think being whole and healthy means you’re fit to inherit the Grey family? You’re not. Neither am I, and neither is Patrick.” Travis looked up, confusion flickering in his hollow eyes. Marcus’s tone turned cold. “The only legitimate heir to this family is Carl. The rest of us—Patrick and me—were born of mistresses. We were never rightful heirs to begin with.”

Because it was Grayson who killed him. It wasn't anger, hate or power that made Gray murder my father. But my father himself. A mercy killing. My father was dying and didn't want to die like that. He wanted to go out on his terms. As a warrior. So, he had Uncle Gray challenge him. One on one, for the title. My father got what he wanted. A noble death. A warrior's death. One fit for the Alpha and leader he'd been his whole life. So, Grayson inherited the title. And us.

I picked up my phone to check what the media was saying. “Greyson Corp announced as the winner of the Fashion Runway after a huge mistake?” I knew I had to plan something else; I needed to get rid of Elaine finally. Just then, the door flung open, and Gary stormed in. I bit my lower lip and held my breath in anticipation of his outburst. “You incompetent human!” I took several steps back as he got closer to me, lunging forward as he raised his hand. He stopped midway as though realizing something. “You are lucky, you carry the Wayne heir. I would have really dealt with you.”

Orson gently pushed Gillian aside, his face full of kindness. "Your mother just missed you too much. That's why she got so emotional. Don't be scared. I've already contacted a lawyer. Once you come home with us, you can sign the papers right away and inherit our billion-dollar inheritance. Consider this our way of making it up to you." The fear inside me hit its peak. I quickly pulled out a strand of my hair and shoved it into their hands. I made up an excuse about waiting for the DNA results before going back with them, so there wouldn't be any false hope, and then I bolted without hesitation.

I had seen pictures of him, not plenty but at least I could tell what he looked like. "Show me a picture." The old woman seems to have been anticipating this and quickly motions for a servant to go get a picture. He returns with a portrait of a man who is a spitting image of me. He has the same noticeable honey brown eyes, brown hair and a defined jaw. The only thing I didn't inherit from him is his flat nose. It also seems like I inherited a share of my good looks from him too. "One more thing," Mrs. Son Min says as I still stare at the picture, "there's a clause attached to the will. You'll only be able to inherit all this if you get married to her."

Amber didn’t care who he fucked so long as it wasn’t her. Amber had to begrudgingly admit that the bitch did have a nice body. Grayson had been right about her habit of flaunting around naked in her room while knowing good and well she was being recorded . It was as if she was trying to seduce Grayson or something. She wanted to get pregnant with the Godwin heir, the child would be her golden ticket to inherit it all. But Grayson wasn’t cooperating with the baby making. And that was just fucking fine by Amber.

I looked at them disapprovingly. They hesitated. “No, Miss Amanda...” said another, “...we’re talking about Mr. Andrés Grayson’s son, Mr. Luke Grayson.” “I don’t understand. As far as I know, my father never had any other children,” I explained. I didn’t understand what was happening, and I hate when something intrigues me. “Mr. Luke Grayson is the legitimate son of Mr. Andrés, and he requests that the Grayson assets be handed over to him immediately.”

“What’s this?” “Mr. Ares, this is Baby Zetty’s genetic test report,” Grayson said. As Jay strode into his office, he ordered Grayson, “Didn’t I ask you to draft up her genealogy record? Did it come out so soon?” Grayson laughed uglier than he cried. “Mr. Ares, I took a shortcut.” If the president knew that he had stolen from the Ares family genealogy tree, his expression would be more colorful than a rainbow.

For now. “That’s not all,” Gamma continued. “You will need something Grayson doesn’t have. An heir. Before he can produce one. From the looks of things, the way he acts with his mate, you don’t have much time before he will have a child. Then, you will have no hope of unseating him.” “My fiancé and I are already attempting for a child,” I said. “She should be pregnant in no time at all. She should already be pregnant.”