Greyson Chance Net Worth Novels & Stories

"Good. I don't want his money anyway. I'd rather start fresh, build something with you that isn't tainted by his legacy." True to his word, Grayson liquidated nearly everything. The penthouse, the cars, the investment portfolios—all of it went to restitution. They kept the estate only because Elise needed a place to recover, and even that Grayson planned to eventually donate as a foundation for trauma survivors. "Are you sure about this?" Marcus asked during one of their final meetings at Vaughn Industries. "You're giving up billions." "I'm giving up blood money," Grayson corrected. "And keeping what actually matters—my family, my integrity, and a chance to build something good."

Isaiah said. “What’s Grayson’s last name? Maybe I can track him down,” Bruce said. “Grayson is his last name. His first name is Gary. We just call him by his last name,” Isaiah said. “He’s the ex-step grandson or son or something like that to that high society lady. Gwyneth Grayson.” “Wait, are you talking about Gwyneth Grayson-Hansen?” Bruce asked. “Yeah, that’s it,” Isaiah said. “I know him. Well, I’ve met him a few times,” Bruce said. “He used to have a penthouse on Fifth Avenue.”

Her eyes caught a bold sentence: “Kimberly Chandra is the lawful wife of Grayson Vanderbilt Blackwood and entirely belongs to him.” Kimmy’s hands clenched on her lap. “What does this mean?” Grayson raised an eyebrow. “It means you will forever be mine.” Kimmy swallowed, her chest tightening. The room fell silent. Roy glared at Kimmy, while Kania clutched her daughter’s hand tightly as if signaling her to stay quiet. Grayson leaned back in his chair, his sharp gaze fixed on Kimmy. “Remember, if you run away, your family will have to pay ten times the compensation I already gave. Three trillion will turn into thirty trillion. Can the Chandra family handle that?”

I demanded. Grayson tilted his head. “Simple. You took everything from me. So now, I take everything from you.” Before I could react, lights flickered and a wall of screens came on. Each showed live footage of our building. My office. My home. Adrian’s apartment. And one of them “Jace?” Adrian whispered, recognizing his cousin’s son on one of the screens. My pulse spiked. “What did you do?” Grayson smiled. “You have five minutes to transfer fifty million dollars into my account. Or I turn your empire to ash.”

he praise me. "Thank you," I answered. "You really take my advice, Erika. That newly bought dress suits you perfectly and I must say it was made just for you because it really show your curves," he muttered. Hold on, how did he know I just bought this? "Confused? You use my black card and my phone sending me notification whenever my wife bought something." I almost forgot that part. Why I didn't thought of that? He's a mafia boss and wait there's more, Grayson is also a one of the youngest billionaire in town. Which means he could track every single purchase I've made.

Upon hearing that, Kayson said in astonishment, “Admiralporium is formidable since it is capable of managing all the fighters in the world!” Hendery scratched his head in embarrassment. “The organization is very formidable, but I hold a very low rank there.” Since he could manage the situation, Kayson did not pay much attention to it anymore. He held the heavy contract in his hand. He found out that the total value of Fernando’s assets amounted to more than $3,000,000,000. On the other hand, his personal cash value had amounted to more than $750,000,000 now. Kayson took a deep breath. “I have so much money, so I can’t just leave it to go to waste. Mr. Ewell talked about starting a medical co

Christine couldn’t believe her eyes, she had to pinch her arm to check if she was dreaming or not. She was standing in front of Logan Grayson, the drop-dead gorgeous CEO of Grayson Enterprises. One of the richest men in the world. Logan Grayson was the owner of a chain of hotels around the world. He had inherited it from his father, Edward Grayson, clearly old money, but the company became more exposed and made more revenue under his leadership. He had won numerous awards for his philanthropy and business deals, He was consistently named under Time’s 100 most influential person and once graced Tatler’s magazine as the world most eligible bachelor.

“Give him the chance to know a fraction, he will literally burst if he knows how much shared I owned in all of these big companies. Let him know that. After finding out his source of income, I want to teach the bastard a lesson!” My secretary nodded while going through her tablet. “I have done so because I knew you would want to know. His name is Greyson Clark and he is into real estate.” She answered. I nodded. “Then it wouldn't be bad if he falls for scammers from Dubai? Make it work. Make sure he loses half of his worth. Let us start with that.” She nodded. With this, she walked out. Bastard, he should have just stopped after he found out I had lost my sister. Now I was pissed and that an

While there was a glimmer of relief knowing her father's medical expenses would be taken care of, it came at the cost of being further entangled in the web of manipulation and deceit that surrounded her. It meant she would have another 2 months with Greyson. And worse... with Aaron. ** "I can already envision the future. First, Aaron will promote my work to the top businessmen in America, then I will start making fucking deals both domestically and internationally," Greyson prattled on from the backseat of the car. "My name will be one of the biggest in town. I will be more powerful than Granger. He'll see," Greyson continued, his voice dripping with ambition and arrogance.