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Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

he said with his head bowed. I felt my cheeks heating up out of embarrassment. “I-it’s not like I had a grudge against the two of you,” I murmured. “You can call us by our names, dear.” Greyson’s mother stood up, walking a few steps ahead to stretch out her arm in front of me, asking for a handshake. “Or perhaps you don’t remember it anymore?” She giggled at the same time that I grabbed her soft hand, pulling me up. I shook my head. “You’re Mrs. Gabriela Giovanni, and your husband is Mr. Greg Giovanni, right?” I wasn’t so sure if I recalled the right memory, but, judging from the way that she smiled, I guess I wasn’t mistaken.

“I just had a chat with her.” Matthew unhappily narrowed his eyes. “Stay away from my wife and her family.” Evelyn couldn’t form a word to retort as she was stunned by Matthew’s piercing cold gaze. The next day, Kirsten had finished bathing Gillian and put her on a fresh hospital gown when Matthew appeared in the private ward with Gemma and a carer. “How are you, Gillian?” Matthew asked his mother - in - law. Unlike Knox, Gillian didn’t blame Matthew for his mother’s bad behavior. She smiled and said, “I’m a lot better now.”

I end the call, just as I'm about to walk back to the table, my phone rings again. I answer it obliviously, "Hello?" "Kurt Jones here, is this Xander Grey's ass–" with that I end the call, then power it off. I quickly rush back to the table as Grey stands up in rage. "What about Elisabetta?! She is the mother of your child, you should be marrying her not this gold digging sl*t!" Mrs Grey throws back at whatever her son says, standing up too. I almost lose my stepping at her title for me, standing by Grey I hold his arm and he visibly calms.

She said to her son, “Matt, don’t worry. It’s just a woman. You can have as many as you want. “I’ve picked out a few candidates for you. After Ms. Quinn’s funeral, you can go meet them.” Matthew was exceptionally angry now. How could Gabriella say that? Although he knew that his wife was fine, to outsiders, she had not even been dead for a day. Yet, his mother already wanted him to go on blind dates?! He coldly brushed off Gabriella’s hand on his shoulder. “I don’t need your concern.” This time, he did not even bother calling her 'Mom'. “In my entire life, Lucy will be my only wife. You can shove all the others back to where you found them. If you want, you can marry them yourself. I won’t s

After a while, he seemed to be having problems concentrating as my cries only got louder, frustrating him. “Shut up, will you? I’m trying to concentrate here!” he yelled at me. The door burst open, and a young woman with dirty blonde hair and striking facial features rushed in, alarmed by the sound of my sobs. She was stunning, with a slim figure and features that did not match Grey’s own. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that she was his step mother. I heard grey’s mom passed away when he was seven and his father married his mistress immediately after her death. She took in the scene; the devastated look on my face, Grey's cold demeanor, and her expression hardened.

"I guess there's no better occasion to announce that Gwyneth Glen is my wife." "What?!" "Impossible!" Everyone was holding their voice recorders and cameras, and they were all so stunned they almost dropped their devices. "A-Are you serious, Mr. Luther?" one of the journalists asked. "Would I joke around with something like this?" Liam grinned as he turned toward the journalist, his presence so strong it almost left them suffocating. The journalists then glanced at Gwyneth, who remained silent. Taking that for a silent yes, they traded glances before leaving right then.

He walks away but his shoulders were tense and his stance unreadable, I walk back to my mum's room, the door slightly opened I hear my mum and Dex's father arguing. “If Sienna is back, we are done for” Mr Grayson said. Who's Sienna? I ask myself. “Would you relax? This is what brought me to the hospital in the first place” my mother groans, “no one would know anything okay?” “Really?” he scoffs, “if anyone finds out Matteo is my son, we're screwed” My knees went weak, i pressed my hand over my mouth, trying to make sense of what I just heard, Matteo is Mr Grayson's son?

Tomas came back giving them a hot cup of coffee. Mr. Tomas sighed and looked around the house. “Do you remember Mr. Grey?” He asked his wife. She sat beside him, the chair facing Eve. “He lived here five years ago,” Eve added, Wesley stared at how desperate she looked, to find answers to her claims. “Five years ago?” Mrs. Tomas turned to her husband and tried to think of the name. “Anything?” Eve looked between the man and the wife. “Oh yes, Mr. Grey, how could I’ve forgotten.” She tapped her husband on the arm. “Grey..” she whispered the name to him.

Dreamed about working there someday. I still remember how badly I wanted that job. But then I married Matthew. And just like that, the dream died before it ever had a chance to become real. So what the hell was Grey doing here? More importantly...Could he really be my client? His hand was still wrapped around mine. It was warm. Steady..Surprisingly gentle. I don't know why, but that simple touch settled my nerves just enough for me to breathe again. "You're not Gigi," he said quietly, his eyes sliding to the woman who'd started walking toward us.