Novel & Cerita Greyston Holt Spouse

he said and on the other end, his grandmother, Amanda, snatched the phone from Nyx. “Really, why doesn’t it look good?” she asked. “My mother-in-law is Bertha Hart,” he said and she paused. “Which Bertha Hart?” Nyx asked and he realized the phone was probably on speaker. “That Bertha Hart,” he answered. “Then your father-in-law is probably…” Amanda started. “James Grey,” he completed. “I thought your wife was a mortal,” Nyx said. “Mother-in-law seems separated from James Grey. For that to have happened, it seems something happened to James Grey all these years since he has not been seen in public,” he explained.

"Were you trying to hide him from us?" Like Jake, Greyson had dark brown hair and grey eyes, although his hair had a few streaks of grey and his eyes no longer had that vibrant colour- signs of ageing. His wife, Harriet Norton had strawberry blonde hair with green eyes. She was a beautiful woman and only had a few wrinkles in the corner of her eyes. The Nortons had a vineyard where they produced grapes that they used to manufacture different kinds of tasty wine. Apart from the food production company, they owned a large winery, the biggest in the country.

They exchanged a glance, then sighed, relief softening their expressions. “That’s enough of the party. Go home with your husband. Take care of him,” a deep, familiar voice said. Mr. Grey Crossword, Tristan’s father, walked toward us, tall and commanding even with age weighing on his shoulders. Beside him, Mrs. Grey moved gracefully, her eyes kind as always. She kissed my cheek softly. “I’m so happy, Yelena. My son married well. I trust you’ll take good care of him.” My cheeks heated again. Goddess, if my blush got any pinker, someone might mistake me for a strawberry.

I asked and she bobbed her head. “Yes, are you here to pick up your son?” “Yeah, though it's still early so I'll wait it out.” I responded with a smile and she bobbed her head. “I see. Little Alfred is indeed lucky to have parents such as yourself and your husband. You three were amazing during the trip, and your bond was really magical and an inspiration to other families.” She said enthusiastically but that only made me feel unhappy, however I masked my sadness with a smile. “Oh, Mr. Grey is not my husband. He's a family friend who offered to accompany us.” I pointed out and she looked shocked for a moment.

Ray smirked and finally said to Garry, “I’m sorry, my friend, but you’re too late. She’s taken already.” “Taken?” Garry asked. “By who?” Before Ray could answer, Dreston spoke—his voice low but heavy. “No. She is my wife.” Ray and Garry froze. “What?” Garry blinked. “That beautiful woman? She’s Cassienne?” Dreston didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. His eyes were fixed on Cassienne with a look that mixed shock, disbelief, jealousy, and anger. His jaw tightened. His hand curled into a fist on the railing, the knuckles slowly turning white.

I'll do anything—crush anyone—who stands in my way! Victor had been her first—her only lover—and their insatiable romps had hooked her like a drug. Thousands of encounters, each more addictive than the last. If she didn't claim the Gray name, it would all be for nothing. 'I will be Mrs. Gray!' Victor retreated to the sanctuary of his master bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him with finality. He grabbed a fresh bottle of aged Scotch from the mini-bar, twisted off the cap, and sank onto the edge of the massive four-poster bed. Flicking on the remote, he scrolled aimlessly through streaming options, the glow illuminating his brooding face. This was the peace he'd craved—a quiet night, unt

he murmured, his gaze unsettling. “Oh, Kristie Grant,” a woman interjected, stepping forward. “What’s happening with Petals Tower? I heard it’s a disaster. O. Gray will definitely win the takeover.” I clenched my fists. These wealthy elites always loved to poke their noses where they didn’t belong. “Kristie Tristan!” Monsieur King’s voice was sharp, his expression darkening. “Yes, Monsieur King,” The woman smirked. “Kristie here had long been married to her half-sister’s husband. She’s now Kristie Grant.” She turned to me with feigned concern. “Have you heard from Tilda lately?”

The moment he called me away, the desks around us stirred with whispers. "Did you hear? Mr. Grayson is already married." "No way. No wonder he and Holly never went public. They kept everything so quiet. She must be the homewrecker."

Grey I'm standing in the living room of my second mansion, with my body seething with rage. I stare down at the phone in my hand, my grip tightening around it. The picture of my wife, Caroline, Callie, and me at the restaurant is plastered all over the internet. #Grey Grand, the Billionaire CEO cheating on his wife with her fraternal twin# #He’s a cold, cruel human being# # Cheating with her twin? That’s horrible#

"Perhaps if you hadn't embarrassed her on your wedding night, we wouldn't be discussing this." "Don’t preach to me, Karina." "You believe I don't already feel terrible?" “Then behave accordingly, Zack.” Take an action that *demonstrates* your concern. "For a change in your life, cease reacting and begin contemplating." He turned his gaze, jaw tight, embarrassment flickering across his face. My phone vibrated in my hand. A message from my guy: > Ethan Grayson. 29. CEO of Grayson Holdings. Filed a marriage certificate in Vegas with Leena Davis two years ago. No record of annulment or divorce.