Novel & Cerita Jennifer Grayson Real Story

“Tell me where Loren Grayson is, and I will leave you at peace.” He swallowed hard; his Adam’s apple bobbed in a slow pump. “You are nothing short of the woman I heard of. Your energy is sizzling around you. It’s fascinating. Like a glowing light, and it’s blinding.” “Flattery will get you nowhere.” I made sure I had his full attention. “Where is Loren Grayson?” “I don’t know.” “Lies. Andrew Grayson is dead,” I informed him. “He died a painful death because he lied to me again and again.”

But her voice reached me. “Ronan Grayson…” She called out, I paused. “I guess the tabloids will love this story. ‘Young Grayson Heir Sleeps with an older woman.’ Sounds like a juicy scandal for the Grayson empire, doesn’t it?” I froze. She had done her research. She knew exactly who I was and what it would cost me. Little wonder she was pestering. “You wouldn’t dare.” My voice dropped dangerously low. “Try me, baby.” She winked, then turned and walked toward a black SUV parked nearby. The door beeped as she opened it. Before sliding in, she looked back at me one last time.

"I caught her with another man—" "So, you killed her?" Celeste demanded. "Mom, stop it!" Tears were running down Ari's face. "I did no such thing," Grayson replied. "I told her and her lover to leave. Then she was killed while Ari and I were on our honeymoon." It sounded ridiculous, even to his own ears, when Grayson tried to explain, but it was the truth. He looked around the room and all eyes were on him. "I'm so sorry for having dragged you all into this mess. We just came here to check on Henley." Grayson turned to talk away, wondering how his life had become such a mess.

“But what if we don’t survive the noise? What if we go back and this just becomes… something we remember, not something we keep?” He reached for her hands, warming her cold fingers in his palms. “Then let’s build something that doesn’t fall apart. Let’s build something real.” She blinked. “You make it sound easy.” “It’s not. But the right things usually aren’t.” They sat there for a long time, the moonlight wrapping around them like a second skin. Then Ava said, “Tell me something you haven’t told anyone.” Grayson hesitated. Then, quietly, “When I was fifteen, I used to fake stomach aches so I could stay home from school and spend time with my mother. She wasn’t sick yet. But something in me

Olivia clicked on her bookmark, and the page opened instantly. The headline read: Want the real scoop on the Graysons? They both leaned closer to read. His hand gently squeezed her shoulder a little tighter. The first few paragraphs were about the life and times of Jack Grayson. How he had killed at least four people. How he quickly made the bulk of his wealth trafficking humans. Everything from people smuggling, organ and tissue harvesting, and sexual exploitation. Drug trafficking, of course, went hand in hand with the other. Such a tragedy, the car accident which claimed the life of Jack’s wife a couple of days before the trial… or was it? Did she know too much? Did he need to silence her

I hear John say, lunching my attention back to him. "Ermm yeah,I'm still here. Do you have any info on this Justin guy?" "Yeah,he lived here in Boston,he basically grew up here and was engaged to a lady called Hannah Grayson--" "Wait.mmwait...did you say Hannah Grayson??" "Yeah." "Okay, thanks John." "Of course,don't forget...check ya email." As the phone went silent,I immediately checked my email and the hair at the back of my neck rose. I could felt the goosebumps on my arms.

My Grayson. He is in love with another. I love him  Jane's dress  Abbie's dress  Bryanna's dress  Erica's dress

wow. "Wow. When Mr. Gray brought in his brother last week they said his wife was in labor," I say as I remove the cuff and jot down her blood pressure. "Yes. Tabitha had her daughter last week and then Mariah had her daughter two days ago. It has been a busy week for all of us... It's so strange to hear someone call Fin Mr. Gray," Carmen says with a giggle, and my smile grows. So his nickname is Fin. The carefree-sounding name doesn't fit his stoic persona at all, in my opinion. Mr. Gray sounds more suitable. Then again, when he had spoken to her, he had sounded gentle and kind. Maybe he gets that from being a dad.

They both gasp and look at each other before Mrs B grabs my hands in hers. “Angel, dear. Our friends who died were called Mr and Mrs Grayson, they also had a daughter. We used to work for them, I took care of the house and John took care of the grounds and would drive them wherever they needed to go. The day they died they were out as a family alone because Mr Grayson wanted to spend some quality time with his wife and daughter after working extremely hard at the business weeks prior. He died in the crash, but Mrs Grayson and their daughter were taken to hospital. Unfortunately, Mrs Grayson died a few days later but not before she spoke to her sister. You see, she knew she was dying but she

“Alright, alright, don’t deceive me anymore.” “…” Lalisa was startled, her heart racing as she looked at her. In the dim light, Mrs. Grayson suddenly performed such an intimidating scene in front of the coffin. “Lalisa is absolutely right; it’s you who has been deceiving yourself and deceiving me all these years. For decades, you’ve wanted to find a bit of trust to the point of suffering like this.” Tears streamed down Mrs. Grayson’s cheeks as she knelt in front of the coffin, helplessly leaning against it. “Your mouth never stops talking about taking me on trips around the world, but the first time you opened your mouth to say those words was when you realized you were ill, right?”