Greyston Holt Spouse Novels & Stories

Allison narrowed her eyes "Grayson? are you a long distant family member? I haven't heard of you before!" "No I'm Liam's wife!".

"It's going to take some time. You should get comfortable. You're not going anywhere for a while, one way or the other." And there, in the low light of a room that existed on no record, with a monitor keeping its patient rhythm and a doctor standing quiet guard at the door, Grimstone Heyden began to tell Roarke John exactly what his wife had built, what it had cost, and precisely who it had cost it to. It would be weeks before either man learned there were two more names to add to that list. A woman's son. And the man his son had fallen in love with, who had walked into that house for reasons of his own that had nothing, yet, to do with either of them.

“Ellis, what do you know about that couple?” “Mr and Mrs Brown? They are the caretakers of the Graystone estate. Didn’t you recognise them?” I shake my head, no. The last time I had anything to do with the Graystone family I was a kid. My father used to have a strong business relationship with Mr Graystone and at one point they were discussing ways to make it stronger, including marriage contracts between our two families. Unfortunately, there was a tragic accident that killed their whole family and the estate, and the business passed to the only people who were close to them, their maid and butler, the Browns.

People talked about it for almost a month, and it was the gossip everyone knew about. It was hard not to marvel when seeing the two of them walking together again and looking so close, like a perfect couple. All these years, no other woman had been able to catch the eye of Holt Jewelry's CEO. It turned out that he had been waiting for his wife to come back, with his heart and eyes set only on her. In the crowd, some people offered their blessings, while others felt bitter. Many young ladies who wanted to associate with the Holt family those four years were having a discussion among themselves.

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.”

"My husband's born and raised in Jangasas. Why would he take me to Centrolis? Mr. Grist, it seems you've gotten it wrong." This answer caught Fred off guard. "Wrong? Heh, I don't think so!" He smiled and continued. "Mr. Hamerton's worked as a truck driver at the Grist Group before. I checked his employment record, and it clearly stated that he's from Centrolis!" "Oh, I see." Lina locked her gaze on him. There seemed to be something unusual in those dark eyes. "Mr. Grist holds a high position, yet you bothered to personally check the employment record of a truck driver? It seems you're quite interested in my husband! Why's that, Mr. Grist?"

he said with a smile. “I am not in the mood, what is wrong with that?” I asked him and he just shook his head. “Nothing really, but I have seen the way you look at her. And the way she looks at you, there is something between you two. It might not be love yet, but I think that it is headed that way,” he added. “Since when did you become a love expect?” I asked him and he just chuckled. “Lycan Grayson, it’s your wife, sir. She is in labor, but there is a problem. The doctor is nowhere to be seen. It is said that she went to town out of here and is stuck in a massive storm,” the person said.

“Nevermind. “ “We have an agreement, then. I won't be home tonight, call my assistant if you need anything. “ He says all of this while keeping his back turned on me. As if I am not there. As if what I say doesn’t matter in the least. “I will see you tomorrow night. “ he says, “Wear something nice. “ Then he slams the door shut, leaving me alone in his huge office. I sit heavily on the nearest sofa and bury my face in my palms. He won’t give me a divorce no matter how hard I try. “That’s how he’s punishing me, “ I mutter and lean back, taking a look around the office. This office is the size of my old apartment, if not bigger. Conor is the oldest son of three of the Hale family- one of the

She was his assistant. He traced the printed name with his index finger. *Alura Wayne.* "She is his.... Wife?" Hank whispered to himself, the shocking truth finally clicking into place. .............. Back in Ashford Bay. Abigail sat alone at the kitchen island, staring blankly at the wall. Grey had left for ECO Oils an hour ago. He looked terrible and exhausted. He refused to tell her why he was acting so paranoid, but his fear was poisoning the air. The penthouse was crawling with armed guards. She could not even walk into her own hallway without a man in a black suit watching her every move.

“It's not working, love, but Oliver lives nearby and I want to see him. I haven't seen my friend for a long time and you said you'd go with me, remember?” “Oliver?” “Have you forgotten?” “Are you talking about that billionaire, Oliver Grey?” I make a face at her, jealous. “I'm a billionaire too.” “That's not what I meant...” “Look on the bright side, he's with a girl now, her name is Allison Clark. And who knows, maybe you two could be friends...” “Oliver Grey has a wife?” She widens her eyes and says that, shocked by the news. “Yes. What's the problem?”