Grayson Inheritance Games Novels & Stories

"You look like someone who just found out he was research. Data. Proof of her escape." "Leave," Grayson said. Flat, controlled, the temper he learned from his father locked down, barely. "Or what?" Chelsea leaned forward, close enough to whisper, loud enough to carry. "You'll lose your temper? Become your father? Show everyone the inheritance Dante documented?" Grayson felt it, the rage rising, the control failing. His hands found the table edge, gripped it, the wood solid, real, something to hold onto. "He didn't document anything about me," he said, the lie that was also hope, also protection.

“Wealth?” I asked her back, thinking I had not heard her correctly. Hazel furrowed her brows, giving me a look of disbelief. “Yes. Your inheritance.” “What are you talking about?” I stared at her, half-expecting that she had just misconstrued me for someone else. “The Grey Inheritance.” I scoffed and looked into her eyes. “Haze, remember, Grey is Sean’s family name, not mine.” “I know,” she replied as if what she was saying was just a simple matter. She took a sip of her coffee, wiped her mouth, and stood up.

Its base was adorned with a tiny, almost imperceptible etching: the same stylized crest of The Genesis Council. A pawn. In a game Alexander didn't fully understand, played by unseen hands. And Leo, his son, was the ultimate prize. The thought spurred a cold, terrifying resolve. He had been a player in their game for too long. Now, he would burn their chessboard if he had to, to get his son back.

My grandfather asks, looking at me confused. "I'm fine". Answering softly, faking a smile. "Vitor, it's a pleasure to see you again". David speaks greeting my grandfather. "The pleasure is all mine". My grandfather reciprocates. "This is my youngest son, George Conner". Speaks, pointing to the one I thought was my fiancé, making me look surprised. -This is my heir, Thomas Conner. -Speaks pointing to the man I spent the night with. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Montanari". He greets my grandfather with a friendly smile.

He addressed Elena last. Elena Ashford is a blood heir to this estate by lineage I knew about and actively suppressed. Elena is the daughter of Marcus Ashford, who was killed to prevent the very situation that has now arisen—his daughter inheriting what is rightfully hers by blood and by thirty-seven years of work, which I cannot undermine without also undermining the last honest thing left available to me. I knew about my grandfather James's involvement in Marcus's death from the age of twenty-three. I am sixty-one years old. I will leave the mathematics of that to anyone who wants to calculate it. I am no longer able to. Elena lowered the phone.

And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade. “Is there a problem, Miss?” Apart from I can’t remember when I last paid my car insurance and we have no medical cover, no. “Greyson, grotty Greyson Elliot?” The words slipped from my mouth before my brain kicked into gear. A heat so hot it threatened to burn Greyson where he stood crept over my cheeks. Nice one, Zoe, first you annihilate his new car then you insult him. Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground?

My face is probably red. — Ok, ok, got it. Sorry, I'm a bit nervous. I am Vanilla, daughter of William Gords, the king's scribe. I'm going to war in my Father's place because of his health problems and the lack of a wife and children. I'm sorry for being Rude. Your names are? — She proclaimed herself, this time looking at us and extending her hand. As soon as she finished speaking, the younger brother took Vanilla's hand as if it were made of porcelain and then kissed it.

Ernest's POV I stepped through the grand doors and was welcomed by the sound of laughter, chatter, and the clink of glasses. Grandmother had told me this would be a night to remember. Grace Wellington’s return ceremony. Just the thought of her name stirred something in my heart. I hadn’t seen her in years, but I’d been counting every single one, waiting for the day I could stand before her and say everything I’d been holding back. Tonight, I told myself, would be that fateful night.

"What?" "Gray. He's in love with you." She doesn't even sound angry about the fact that we're technically step-siblings. If anything, she looks... calculating and even pleased. "I can see it in the way he looks at you, the way he protects you." My stomach churns as I realize what she's thinking. "I see this as an opportunity," she continues, that cold smile returning to her face. "If you play your cards right, you could have everything I have and more. Gray's going to inherit everything from Edward, and if you're smart—"

The incident not only claimed Patricia's parents, the man's parents were also killed because of the incident. Not only did the Grays kill Jason's parents, David Gray even took over his father's company and took all of Patricia's family fortune using a fake will. The greedy family thought that the whole family had been killed and all that was left was Olivia. And Olivia is included in the inheritance wherein later the woman will get all the wealth of the family who are abroad. Just imagining how messed up it was, made Jason and Patricia have to act fast before anything really happened.