Jennifer Grayson Real Story Novels & Stories

Chapter 136 Jace Months have passed. Months since the news broke: Senator's daughter Ingrid Bishop, or Jewel Grey as I knew her, dead at the hands of her kidnapper, Jace Grey. God, it was her. My Jewel. My world has shattered. The pieces are scattered, sharp and jagged, and I can't seem to put them back together. Everything is different now. The colors are muted, the sounds are dull, the air is heavy with grief.

"The picture she painted is a lie." The camera operator gives us a countdown, and then Jennifer is looking directly into the lens. "Good evening. I'm Jennifer Morrison, and tonight we have an exclusive interview with Riley Pila, the woman at the center of a media firestorm that began this morning when Victoria Sterling held a press conference alleging that Miss Pila relationships to billionaire Brett Graham is fraudulent."

"No, I'm serious. I have news of the Aspen family. Grayson Page's wife is the woman you've been looking for!" Gabriel didn't say anything, but the smile on his face froze.

After disposing of Jason, Vivian felt no satisfaction, only endless emptiness. She stayed in the empty house, replaying every kindness I had ever shown her. She remembered how I saved her on that stormy night, the ugly scar I got from shielding her in the car accident, and the happiness on my face when I wore the cheap watch she had given me. She finally understood what she had thrown away, but it was too late. While Vivian was drowning in regret, bad news for the Grayson family arrived one after another. A crushing disaster struck unexpectedly.

"She is not some random girl. She is the same person as Monica V." "What!" Jake sat up straighter, genuine surprise crossing his face. Or what looked like genuine surprise. "The PA who drugged you? The one who is nowhere to be found?" "Yes," Grayson said flatly. Ivan was very careful not to look at Jake. "But why did she do what she did? Was she part of your one-week girlfriend rotation back then or something?" There was something in the way he asked the question. "I do not know," Grayson admitted. "I cannot remember her at all. But Trevor found her real identity and I feel like there is something much more going on here. Something bigger."

"Wasn't it said that Grayson's fiancée committed suicide? What's this all about?" The other guest shushed him urgently, glancing around before lowering his voice. "Keep it to yourself. Especially don't bring it up in front of Grayson." "Why not?" Allen raised a brow, intrigued. The man hesitated but eventually relented. "After his fiancée's death, he was removed from his position in Bryce Ventures, and… well, he hasn't been the same since. He insists Wendy isn't dead—that she just left in anger and that he's brought her back. But the truth is…" The guest leaned in conspiratorially. "He found someone who looks eerily like her, a perfect stand-in. Claims she's the real deal."

His eyes raked over me, then he growled into Nate’s ear, “She’s not leaving. Let’s finish this.” I sat down, my jaw was tight, and I refused to look away. “My ex had a hospital perform an abortion on me without my consent. I want to destroy him.” Grayson finally slowed, he pulled out of Nate's ass, and reached for his shirt. “Now that’s interesting,” he said, buttoning up with a devilish grin. “Let’s talk.” I expected Grayson to finally act like a lawyer and talk about my case. Instead, he flopped onto the couch, yanked Nate by the hair, and shoved his hard c0ck into the guy’s mouth like I wasn’t even there.

Elle offered. "Eh, ya sure." Greyson kept holding my hand and i frowned. "I won't run away you know." I whispered. Then he smirked. He let go of my hand. And I followed Elle to the inside of the house. She went to the bathroom and i waited outside. I looked around the house and saw a framed photo. It was a family photo. What a beautiful family. Greyson's mom was so beautiful. Elle was still so little and Greyson was just a little boy. They were smiling. Then i saw greyson's father. He looked like a nice man. Who knew he’d started the fucked business. "So, you're Greyson's new girl hu?" A girl suddenly appeared behind me. I jumped from her voice. She looked like a supermodel. Tall, skinny, gr

"What changed?" "He changed. He matured, I guess, or maybe he just got over his problem little by little, although it's still present sometimes," she says, and keeps driving, looking at the road and not at me. My phone starts ringing once again but now it's an unknown number. I decide to ignore it too and instead of focusing on that, I ask Angie what the story is with Gray's mother, "Ah, Alicia. Maybe the worst mother I've ever known." "Was she really bad? I heard some things about her and the other woman, Harriet. Grayson called them 'a drug addict and a rapist' I'm hoping that's an exaggeration."

“I can’t tell you. I promised I wouldn’t. If I do, I’m as good as dead.” Jason nodded, as if considering his next move. Grayson almost let out a sigh of relief, thinking Jason was understanding and he might leave him alone without hurting him further. But instead, Jason leaned down and pressed his knuckles into Grayson’s cracked ribs. The man screamed, his voice a mix of pain and panic. "Gah, it's a woman!" he gasped out, his words rushing out. Jason let go and Grayson slumped back. “I need all the details, got a name? What does she look like?”