Jennifer Grayson Real Story Novels & Stories

"U-uh. Eldar. H-hello fancy meeting you here. I was--we were just.." Greyson interrupted me, showing a rather toothy smile. "I was helping her highness get straightened out. It seems she has had a bit too much to drink. I would gladly appreciate your assistance to help her into bed, as I have errands to run." Errands. Errands? What was he thinking? I just had one of the best and most embarrassing I might add, moments of my life. And here he was, trying to run off! I stomped on his foot and tried to punch him but Eldar was there a moment too quick.

We are going on the same floor. Gray I am Chris Gray Smith. The CEO of the Smith Enterprise. I am 27 years of age, I am living on my penthouse in Manhattan, New York. My parents died long time ago. I only have a grandfather who lives alone in his mansion. My grandfather gave me the company but he has one condition to fully give me the company. His one condition for me is to have a baby with my own flesh. He wants a grandson or a granddaughter before he dies. But he is still strong, he is far away from dying. Tomorrow I will be having my interview for my personal assistant.

Corrine asked another question that's on all of them’s mind. “ Well.” Miles turned to her. “ That's the boss's wife.” “ Wait, what do you mean?” “ Tessa is Mr. Grayson’s wife.” He told her. Everyone gasped, but Corrine’s jaw dropped to the ground. ‘ That… bitch? Is his wife?’ Shivers raced down her veins. *************** Tessa finally heaved in relief after Grayson’s hand got treated and neatly wrapped with a bandage. Grayson’s phone kept buzzing nonstop as the video of what happened earlier had begun circulating, but he ignored it, not even picking up the calls.

A recorder. Lena’s chest tightened. She leaned a little closer to Grayson and whispered, "That woman is recording." Grayson didn’t react. He just kept scrolling through his phone like she hadn't said anything. "Grayson," Lena whispered again, her voice a little more urgent. "The lady in the red dress. She’s a reporter. She has a recorder in her bag." This time, Grayson’s fingers paused. He let out a small sigh, locked his phone, and finally turned to her.

Grace was unable to hide her disgust, but she still rejected the leader’s advances with a smile. He just slapped her across the face. “You b*tch! Do you really think you’re better than us just because you’re wearing a white lab coat? “Why don’t we send all of your videos to your lover?” Grace panicked. “Don’t!” So, this was what she meant when she said she was going to become a celebrity in Hollywood. After the men left, she vented all of her hatred and frustrations on me. “Why are you blessed with great talent and achievements?!

Jenny Gray wouldn’t see it coming. And when she finally went under, not even Celeste’s golden heart would be enough to drag her back up. Vanessa wanted results. And I would give her results. Even if I had to burn down every innocent in the building to get there.

After they left, I took a car to the fake death service center. When I saw the silicone body, crafted to mirror me exactly down to the skin texture and most minor details, I couldn't help but be impressed by their skill. While I was still staring, a staff member handed me a contract. "Ms. Granger, we've booked your flight to Milanos and wiped all your identity records. The replacement is ready. On the day you chose, we'll make it fall from the banquet hall rooftop exactly as instructed. "From that moment, Elsa Granger will no longer exist—only Faith Winslow. Sign here if you're ready."

Vivian didn't like Georgia Christenson, the only reason she told her that her mother-in-law was because she had kids with Grayson and it wasn't only taking it it was one kid it was a baby girl and she wanted to baby feel to get to know her grandmother but when she found out that she was pregnant with Eli, she was afraid, to tell the truth, and kept it a secret from everyone but she did make sure that she had her paperwork in order and that when the time came the truth would come out and everybody would know what happened and why it happened. Ever since Sunday afternoon Grey hadn't been himself. May not notice that his mother had gone down and he was moodier than most days when he had come do

no there wasn't a way it could be the same person, she thought to herself, ‘Sit down Miss. ‘Kathleen sir....my name's Kathleen Turner'. Grayson heard the beautiful silky voice from behind him and felt his heart freeze for a second, transfixed on the spot and unable to turn around as he just couldn't face the truth....God he wished it wasn't true, he prayed to whatever supreme being that lived up in the clouds for Kathleen Turner....he hoped she wasn't the same beautiful, charismatic and amazing woman he met yesterday and had the most wonderful sex of his life.

The east parlor felt smaller than usual as Luna finished explaining everything—Grace's memories, the phone call with their mother, Eleanor's twisted revenge plot. Grayson sat perfectly still, his hand gripping Luna's so tightly she could feel his pulse racing against her palm. "She kept your mother prisoner for fifteen years," Grayson said finally, his voice hollow. "My aunt. The woman who raised me after my father died." "Grayson, I'm so sorry," Luna whispered.