Mar'i Grayson Novels & Stories

When they felt our presence, the couple looked in our direction. Mariah quickly smiled as she saw me. “Greyson, Mariah.” The couple were just a few years older than me. Mariah is in her early thirties, while Greyson was turning thirty-five this year. Mariah pulled me into a gentle hug. “Anastasia, dear. I’m happy to see you again.” She faced me while smiling widely. “It’s been a long time; how are you?” “It’s been a while, Mariah. Anyway, I’m doing great. How about you?”

Second triplet. Logan Grayson: 28. Head of Grayson Investments. Youngest triplet. My finger hovers between the names. Liam Grayson. Something about his name feels solid. Reliable. "I choose Liam," I hear myself say, my voice small in this massive room. Mr. Grayson's eyebrow rises slightly. "Interesting choice," he says, pulling out another document. "Sign here." My hand shakes as I take the pen. One signature to completely change my life. Mr. Grayson makes a quick call. "Maria, prepare for our new family member."

Gwynn turned her head sideways. Underneath the gentle moonlight, there were still tears in the corner of her eyes. It was Marisol. Marisol took off her scarf and put it on Gwynn. Then, she saw the cake and asked softly, “Is this from Noah?” Gwynn didn’t deny it. “Yeah.” Marisol sighed softly. She was Gwynn’s sister-in-law, but she was more like a mother to her. Sitting next to Gwynn, she held the latter’s shoulder and said gently, “I knew you were having a problem letting go of the past when Anders told me that things were moving slowly between you and Grayson!

“I had Thomas take over. Even Owen told me to take off.” Maya looked up at him suspiciously. “Owen? One of the board of directors who is always on your other side?” She asked sarcastically. “What happened? Did he bump his head or something?” Grayson chuckled as he led her back inside the villa. “Playing nice because he knows he’ll be raking in additional green when Aurora opens,” he answered and stopped when he saw Cassandra. He glanced at Maya calmly and she told him who she is in a low voice. “Hello, Cassandra. My name is Grayson St. Claire. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Maya’s fiancé.”

~~~DIANA~~~ {30 Minutes Later} "Aren't you married, Mr. Grayson?" I ask, turning slightly in my seat so I can look him in the face. Grayson gives me his smooth little smile, the kind guys use when they think they’re being charming. He shifts closer to me, his arm still resting on the back of my chair. “I’m in the process of divorcing my wife, actually. Papers are almost finalized. It’s been a long time coming.”

I nodded. Before I could make it to the white leather sofa to wait, an Amazonian blonde sashayed out of the Greyson's office, grinning like she'd just had the best sex of her life. She paused as she past me, casting her gaze down my podgy body. Her freckled nose curled in disgust. "Send Miss Smithson in." Greyson barked through the intercom. I turned to Mabel, raising my eyebrows with a slight smile. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach.

Gosh, my mother is going to kill me when she finds out. I couldn’t go too far as I bumped into something hard and nearly fell on the ground. Someone grabbed me then held me up. I looked up and found myself looking into a pair of piercing grey eyes that belonged to none other than Logan Hill. “Marina? What are you doing here? Why are you running?” he asked. He looked at my distraught face. His eyes narrowed. “Um…well…I’m on a date,” I stammered. “Is that right?” he asked and stared at me intently. “So, where is your date?”

He was preparing her in case I failed. My fingers brushed over the rough stone of her grave, the name Marissa De Luca etched into it as if that was all she’d ever been. But to me, she was so much more. My mother. My ghost. My reason. “You are the one reason that I'm standing. You know, sometimes I find it harder to breathe without knowing that this is the one thing that I'm going to do. That you are the one person that I'm willing to stand for.”

It was also obvious to Maria that she seemed to believe Emilia's actions. "M-thank you very much for the welcome. I promise that I will not abandon Vlad. I am working for our future and for Vlad's company as well." "Soon, you will be Mrs. Williams. We will both be carrying." Maria's laugh was gentle. "From Ms. Gray to Mrs. Williams." Emilia almost fainted when she heard what Maria said. "Are you all right?" "You are Ms. G—Gray?" "My surname is really gray because of my dad. My eyes come from him. He has blue eyes. He was a retired US Navy and met Mama in Subic."