Grayson Mathers Novels & Stories

she asked in her soft, innocent voice. I kissed her forehead and leaned against Lucas, whispering gently, "Nothing to worry about, sweetheart. Soon we'll go to the zoo and have fun, okay?" Her laughter and excitement finally let my heart settle. Grayson had been arrested. Previously, his father had taken all the blame to shield him. But realizing his son was beyond saving, he revealed the full truth to the authorities. Grayson faced financial and criminal prosecution on multiple counts and was quickly sentenced. Barring unforeseen circumstances, he would spend the rest of his life behind bars.

Grayson’s terse text. She spotted him waiting beside his sleek black SUV in a dimly lit corner. Mr. Grayson, 48 years old, stood tall and imposing. His broad shoulders filled out his tailored suit. Silver hair showed at his temples. He radiated authority. A calm, predatory smile touched his lips when he saw her. “Raven,” he said simply. As she got closer she wondered what he had got on her bed on the text he sent and how bad it was. She stood in front of him and she suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe with the way the next few minutes played out.

Maybe now the bitch would have a better chance of hooking a big fish if her toughest competition wasn’t around. She’d also spent the day going over every possibility behind Grayson’s shady deal. He was secretly gay, had some horrible disease, a grotesque deformity under his clothes, a tiny dick, a third nipple, was hardcore into bondage and had killed a lover, he was a serial killer, had genital warts, or was just horrible in the bedroom. So many possibilities and Amber had encountered a great deal of them in the club. Like the dude who had a small tail off his ass bone. That was a surprise under his designer suit indeed.

"And I appreciate you being honest with me and not pretending there wasn't another guy. Trust between us is important." "Then I think you should know that I saw Ty Dalton." Grayson looked up quickly. "Like your ex boyfriend and drug dealer?" I nodded. "Are you okay? Did you use? Do we have to go to a meeting?" "I didn't use, baby." I assured him. "We just had coffee and I explained why he can't be in my life ever again. Nothing bad happened." Except I lost Lee Windsor. Grayson sighed in relief. "Good. And thank you for telling me. I don't want you to feel you have to keep shit like this from me. Don't be ashamed of that part of yourself. I love every part of you, Scar."

Grayson took a bite of his sandwich. Ari nodded, nibbling at hers. She thought for a moment, and then asked, "Grayson, why did you do this? Call in a specialist for Henley. I have a feeling that it all wasn't just for me." Grayson sighed, shaking his head. "You may not know this." He looked into her eyes. "But my mother died of cancer when I was young." Ari gasped. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

After they left, I took a car to the fake death service center. When I saw the silicone body, crafted to mirror me exactly down to the skin texture and most minor details, I couldn't help but be impressed by their skill. While I was still staring, a staff member handed me a contract. "Ms. Granger, we've booked your flight to Milanos and wiped all your identity records. The replacement is ready. On the day you chose, we'll make it fall from the banquet hall rooftop exactly as instructed. "From that moment, Elsa Granger will no longer exist—only Faith Winslow. Sign here if you're ready."

He walks away but his shoulders were tense and his stance unreadable, I walk back to my mum's room, the door slightly opened I hear my mum and Dex's father arguing. “If Sienna is back, we are done for” Mr Grayson said. Who's Sienna? I ask myself. “Would you relax? This is what brought me to the hospital in the first place” my mother groans, “no one would know anything okay?” “Really?” he scoffs, “if anyone finds out Matteo is my son, we're screwed” My knees went weak, i pressed my hand over my mouth, trying to make sense of what I just heard, Matteo is Mr Grayson's son?

Grayson mutters, finding it quite challenging not to snap his neck and end his stupidity. "So, you've seen it too," Matthew bites the inside of his cheek, "I didn't know you were his type." "I'm surprised you are," Grayson lifts a brow and eyes him from head to toe, "You're one of those dudes who do live workouts on social media, showing off your muscles just to get recognised by people." he scoffs, "Is your self-esteem that low?" Matthew gulps and looks down. Grayson hit the spot. Aside from his job, Matthew was indeed a fitness influencer, posting his abs photos and doing live workouts to impress young men and horny teenagers.

“You don’t know anything about the kind of life I went through in that house.” Mathew’s face softened, but his next words hit like a punch. "You're right, I don’t know everything. But from what I discovered..." He paused, shaking his head in disbelief. "Brother-in-law... no, he’s never been my brother-in-law. That man Grayson is a mafia kingpin. He killed someone right in front of me. And from what I saw—how he treated that woman, the one who looks like you—he’s been torturing you.”