Mrs Grey Novels & Stories

The knock on the door echoed through the study, only then did I realise I had been staring at one line of the document in my hand for the last hour. “Who?” I ked, lowering the document to the desk slowly as I leaned into the chair behind me. “Sir, you have a visitor.” The help announced and I sighed, rubbing my eyelids with my fingers. “Who is it?” I straightened in my seat. “Mrs Grey.” The mention of the name caused my heart to skip a beat, my jaw tightening as I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. “Let her in.” “Mrs Lea Grey is coming in right now, sir.” She added, opening the door for her.

We entered the pediatric ward and a middle-aged dark-haired man with rimless glasses approached us with a wide smile. "Mr. Forbes, Mr. Carter, I'm Doctor Stanton. Thank you for sparing little time to visit," he greeted, forwarding his hand. We gave him a handshake and proceeded to his office. While we were discussing- something to do with donating to charity, something, or rather someone caught my eye. My wandering eyes landed on two women who stood in the corridor across the ward. One was a dark-skinned lady, while the other, a redhead. Squinting my eyes to get a clear view of the redhead's face, I froze when the face became clear.

Cassidy shifted in her chair, ready to attack me. “Is there a problem, Cassidy? Collin?” Mrs. Graham questioned. We both blinked, turning and seeing our old, gray-haired piled up on the top of her head in a tight bun. Her face was set in an annoyed expression, though she usually looks annoyed with her wrinkles. Frail liver-spotted hands were on her hips as she glared at us.

She left to the restroom and let out silent screams, she didn’t understand why she was so shy in front of Cody, it was like she lost total control whenever he was around. CODY IS AN ACCQUAINTANCE, MY SENIOR IN SCHOOL, HE IS GREAT IN ARTS AND I DON’T HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIM, she mumbled while pacing up and down in the bathroom. She felt the need to wash her face so she turned on the tap and leaned towards the sink with her face close to the tap and allowed the cold water from the tap run on her face. While she washed her face, she heard the sound of a can been kicked down. She looked beneath her hands to the side of the trash can which was by the left, and there she spotted a pair of familiar s

She looked little to nothing like him and the lady who just walked in was a copy-and-paste version of her father. The lady stepped forward, bowing her head before them. “Hello everyone, sorry for interrupting your meal. I’m Genevieve Brent Gray.” “What is your name again?” Mr Gray rose from the chair followed by everyone else. They stood, frozen in shock. “Genevieve Brent Gray.” Noah groaned. “Say that name again and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to say a word in your whole life.” “I’m sorry, you are?” She looked him over, her eyes glinting at his sight. “Oh Mr Hank, you’re here.”

I straightened up, adjusting the strap of my purse on my shoulder. "Nice meeting you," I said, feigning politeness as her face turned as purple as a rotten eggplant. "Or, not so nice. Byeee." I gave her a little wave, as if I was walking down a red carpet, before I turned and exited the washroom. As I walked back towards the booth, still riding the high of putting her in her place, someone suddenly grabbed my arm and spun me around. Startled, I blinked up in confusion. Grace, the woman I had bumped into at the clothing store the other day. she was Dr.Harts girlfriend for two years ,whom apparently nobody knew about.

Typical Chloe Grey. She could never stay mad at me for long. “Good evening, Mrs. Grey,” I greeted as I entered the Student Academic Affairs Office and sat down across from Chloe and her mother. Mrs. Grey looked exactly like an older version of Chloe—short blonde hair, sharp posture, red lipstick perfectly painted on her thin lips. The only difference was the wrinkles that came with age. “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” she smiled politely. “Just call me Mom. You’ll be calling me that eventually anyway, considering you and Chloe will probably end up together.”

Grey standing over one of the female accountants, a few tables away from me. "W-what?" The girl stutters in confusion. "I don't know if you're aware, but this is my company. And you have the guts to talk trash about my wife. How dare you? Do you know who I am? Do you know how many seconds it would take me to totally destroy your life? One second!" Mr. Grey says, snapping his fingers, and for a second I start to feel bad for the lady. "But, she seduced you. She's nothing but a—"

"Well, she is a newly hired maid to take care of Miss Arielle. We had not planned on having both of you here " "miss? I am married and you are just some maid to serve me, I am Mrs Grey, and that applies to you as well" Gia's heart turned in anguish. She was nothing, she knew desperate women like her would not last amidst the schemes in the Grey home. She could only laugh inwardly at her cowardness if she thinks having the old lady backing her up is enough reason to suddenly become cocky and arrogant. The Grey family is so massive and so are its schemes. Elimination is always an option.

No more than ten minutes Mr Grey appears and takes a seat between his mother and I, his food is immediately served and we all eat in silence. The first and second course pass by, with a lot of business talk coming from my boss and a few of the associates. Mrs Grey has kept quiet throughout it all, only ever murmuring with her daughters. Grey stands up and walk up to the stage, all eyes are on him as the waiters swap out the plates for dessert. "Ladies and gentlemen first of all I'd like to start this off by apologising for the scene earlier, and thanking you all for accepting the invitation to the annual Grey Gala..."