Greyston Holt Spouse Novels & Stories

On the other hand, Spencer tilted his head and looked at her lovingly. "Isn't Spencer Hunt the king of the jewelry designing industry? He's actually straight!" "Ah, it's obvious he likes her so much. I didn't think someone like him would have that look on his face when he started dating." "Celeste York is Damon's wife!" Someone posted a video interview of Celeste when she was pregnant. "Did Damon's wife, Celeste York, cheat on him with Spencer Hunt? If I remember correctly, this woman was also pretty close with Lawrence Radcliffe!"

He’s talking to a woman in a red dress when Liam slips his arm through mine and guides us towards him. “Ava, this is Grayson Hale — my cousin,” Liam says, smooth as always. “Grayson, meet my wife, Ava.” Grayson turns and studies me right away. He offers his hand. “Good to meet you, Mrs. Vance.” “You too,” I say, taking his hand. His grip is firm. He holds my hand a bit longer that necessary. Liam watches us with something like amusement. “Grayson’s been with the family a long time. He handles a lot of our external partners.” He says casually.

I exclaim, rolling my eyes and hurl a bottle of primer at her; she falls on the bed and laughs heartily. “Shayla. Who is this guy?” Jo asks, and I shrug. I pick up his card from the table and hand it to her. “I don’t know who he is. All I know is his name, Tristan Cole something.” Jo stares at the card, and her eyes grow wide. “Oh, my God. Shayla…” Jo gasps, staring at the card in her hand and looks at me. “Tristan Cole Hoult! That’s who you’re married to?”

He had his elbow on the table between us and his temple leaning against his index finger while his ice blue eyes stared into my soul. I turned red from coughing so much, ignoring the multiple eyes turning my way. My shaking hands finally reached for a glass of water, anything to clear my airway, and three minutes of prolonged suffering later, I was fine. After catching my breath, my brows pulled together and I raised my voice, "What?!" It was my first time meeting Art Wilson. In the big year of 2026, our families were arranging our marriage. It was pretty common for wealthy families to want to keep their wealth within their circle. My older sister was still married to the man my father had p

The closeness between them was obvious, and the way she behaved around him only reinforced that assumption. Eventually, however, I learned that she was merely his childhood friend. Still... Sometimes I wondered whether Malcolm Grayson was truly married at all or if the media had exaggerated the rumors. Despite working closely beside him for weeks, I'd never seen his supposed wife or heard him speak about her. It wasn't until last week that Sebastian finally confirmed Mr Grayson was indeed married, though that was all he was willing to reveal. The secrecy surrounding his wife only made the situation stranger. Clearly, Mr Grayson had no intention of letting people know anything about her.

She smiled as they neared a group of three men next to the front porch. “Matthew is the contractor,” Creighton began, identifying the men they were approaching. “He did the remodel on my flat as well as two of the company branches. He’s very talented and very thorough. I trust his work immensely. The young man in the purple shirt is Stefan. He’s Maxine’s brother. He’s good, but not as detail oriented as his sister. The older man is Wayne Johnston. He owns a ranch about three miles from here. He married the great granddaughter to the Marstons’, the original owners.” “Why would he be here?”

someone asked. Hearing that, Melody immediately came over and said smilingly, “York is drunk and talking nonsense again. Please don’t mind. Cristofer is still single. He loves Gretchen so much. How is it possible that he gets married to others?” Someone scratched his head and said, “I remember that Cristofer was with the daughter of the Hudson family for many years. They grew up together and are childhood sweethearts. I’ve never heard of Mr. Grantham’s daughter.”

A part of her wished it was Aaron. “Hello, wife” was Greyson, cynical as always. Lara swallowed. She hadn't heard from Greyson in days. It was almost like a break from that hellish marriage. But the truth was, Greyson wasn't going to let her go so easily, not before she got what he wanted. “Greyson…” she whispered. “How are the days without me?” his tone of voice was amused “I heard you went out with Granger. She slept with him” “Isn’t that your plan?” Lara did not know why Greyson's mood was so good, but one thing was a fact: if Greyson was happy, some shit got done.

I looked at him, the glass of my drink kept untouched as I have been engrossed in brainstorming. "Your beautiful wife hurt herself and turned her office upside down, it's unsual for an elegant and patient woman like Adeline to lose her temper like this." He said emptying his third glass. "Lucas fucking Greyson, he is blackmailing my wife with her mother's name. Mrs. Greyson had a cardiac arrest last week, she is on medication and the bastard is saying that he'd stop her treatment if Adeline won't comply to his wishes." I told him with bitterness.

Only those who truly knew this woman understood just how terrifying she could be. "Felix knows Ernest Holt. We just had lunch together at Felix's place. "Mr. Holt Senior moved back to his hometown, Avesburgh, to settle down a few days ago. He lives in Tabiner Bay, so it seems he and Felix are neighbors. "Mr. Holt Senior is an upright man, with no airs about him. Felix clearly doesn't know his true identity, but interacting like this can only benefit him. If one day he truly approves of Felix, he might lend him a helping hand."