Novel & Cerita Jennifer Grayson Real Story

Something I’ve only become accustomed to since the opening of Bailey’s Clambake. But so very far beyond turning a profit with my business, I’m genuinely delighted by how I’ve progressed as a person. I’ve evolved from a broke, lower-class loner to a successful and fulfilled soon-to-be wife and mother. Oh, yeah… And I’m also about to be a queen. Holy fuck. I can’t dwell on that inevitability. It’s still a crazy notion. Grayson brings us the apps, and while we nosh, he sets a stack of bridal magazines on the glass-topped end table and then adds some mail to the pile.

Under different circumstances, Grayson would have been proud. Well she was shaken now. The woman who stood before her was more than a legacy. Half the stories attributed to Keira’s name are physically improbable. Her reputation for getting what she wanted was devastating. Grayson was with her when many of said stories played out. It was her eyes that alerted them that there was no escaping her, whether she meant for them to live or die. By then, of course, it was too late.

Jason pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead, his fingers gently tracing patterns in my hair. "Goodnight, wife," he murmured into the dark. I fell asleep thinking we actually had a chance. I had no idea that across the city, the happiest night of my life was already being dismantled. I had no idea that Sloane Grayson was standing in a dark room, smiling down at a table full of engineered photographs. And by the time the sun came up, the dream would turn into a living nightmare.

What she couldn't wrap her head around was why Samantha had said such things to her if her marriage to Kayden was purely due to family interests and not love. Four days ago, she had told herself that if Kayden didn't get in touch with her, she would go to see him the next day and tell him she was sorry, but who knew she'd be the one trending in the news the next day? What actually happened was Jayden’s gruesome accident somehow got leaked to the public, and everyone found out he is paralyzed from the neck downwards and he was showing some improvements now due to rehabilitation therapy, and she, Ariana Gray, “the virtuous woman” who didn't walk away and was still devoted to her husband and ke

" I asked, desperate for an answer. Seeing that the truth had come to light, Graham's frustration bubbled over. "Whitney, can you stop being so unreasonable? Even if I still love Cassidy, so what? I'm still sticking around as your husband. What more do you want?" As Graham rushed off with Cassidy to the hospital, my heart turned cold, numb to everything around me. That afternoon, Cassidy's injury was all over the news. During her three years abroad, she had built quite a fan base. As soon as the news of her injury broke, her fans went wild online.

Her words rang in my ears, each one sharper than the last, until my gaze turned blank. I couldn't help but remember. When she had been hospitalized for her heart condition, short on money, I was the one who paid off every bill. I even invited an expert surgeon from abroad to perform her operation. During her recovery, I ran myself ragged, making sure every detail of her care was handled perfectly. And when River's first startup collapsed and left him buried in debt, I was the one who called in every favor my family connections could pull, bringing in sponsors and investors. That was how Grayson Inc. had grown into what it was today.

Sienna looked startled for a moment, what could she say? What did he want to know? "Is it Derek?" Sienna asked tentatively. She recalled him being displeased after coming back from the restaurant, presumably because of the event they encountered with Derek and Jenna. Grayson answered with a light, "Yes." Sienna bit down on her lip. She is Grayson's wife in name, and he is not an ordinary man, to avoid causing unnecessary conflict, she owes him an explanation. The surroundings were very dark. Sienna could not see his facial expression; clearly, this seemed to give Sienna the courage to face her fears.

Grayson said quietly, her voice a mixture of warmth and sadness. Hailey knelt beside her. "What... what happened?" she asked, her eyes flickering between the elderly woman and the little girl, who was still quietly observing the world around her. Mrs. Grayson let out a tired sigh. "It's been difficult... I lost everything," she admitted softly. "My son and daughter-in-law... they died in a car accident a year ago. They took my two elder grandchildren with them." Her voice trembled as she spoke, the weight of her words sinking deep into Hailey's heart.

I demand. "Shopping." "I don't need anything." "Clearly." Her eyes sweep over my outfit again with that same disgusted look. "That's precisely why we're going shopping." I bite back a groan and pull out my phone, hoping for literally any distraction. There's a text from Ryan. Ryan: 'You're Grayson Blackwell's stepsister? The one he was rumored to be in love with?!' My stomach drops so fast I feel dizzy. No. No, no, no—how the hell did he find out?

She nodded gently and motioned for me to follow. The wine cellar was cool, dim. Quiet. "I'm sorry," Rolly whispered as we walked. "I know this must be—" "I've been through worse," I replied softly. She stopped walking. "...Jennifer is Mr. Grayson's fiancée," she explained. "They started seeing each other at a young age. Her father has helped Mr. Grayson with his business over the years. They've been together for a while. And she is fond of him, that’s why—