Paul Greyrat Death Novels & Stories

Grey replied him. Paul firstly make his father sit on the bed then he sit on his both knees infront of his father while holding his hand.. "What happened son?" Mr. Grey asked. "How are you?" Paul closes his eyes while hesitating he want to say something but he were talking something. "Lol what's wrong with you, calm down you don't have hesitate to talk with me." Mr. Grey clams him down.. "Talk peacefully son!" He gets emotional the moment paul listens the son word from his father's mouth.

“I'm fine.” “Of course.” Xavier sighed, dropping his arm. “Of course you're fine.” “You'll have to lay low for a while,” I said. Xavier leaned against the desk. “And why is that?” “The CEO of Hart's company is dead.” I held his gaze. “And you were the last person to visit him. The headlines are about to be filled with your name.” He simply stared at me at first, then I watched the realization hit him. “You killed Grayson? What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“We traced Grace’s last confirmed movement.” I straightened. “She booked a flight,” he continued. “Destination—France.” My chest loosened for half a second. “Good,” I said. “When?” “Three days ago,” Matteo replied. “The aircraft suffered an explosion shortly after takeoff.” I didn’t speak. “None of the passengers survived,” he finished. “Grace is listed among the deceased.” The words landed—but they didn’t register. “No,” I said. Calm. Certain. “That’s not her.”

“That’s still the plan. The first little media bomb will explode a few hours from now.” I sigh with relief. As angry as Gray is at his father, I think it would destroy something in Gray to kill him. As far as I’m concerned, Paul may have planted the bomb in the car, but he was acting under Cass’s order. Cass and his wife are dead. Two lives will pay for my mother’s. Paul will pay by watching his illustrious life disintegrate right before his very eyes, forcing him to run a way in shame and degradation. And he will know that his son and Celine’s daughter are the authors of his demise.

He said, "It's alright now, Mother. It's alright. I don't blame you." "We don't blame you," Cecile assured Lucinda and Errol. "None of us knew that Paul had a twin." "I want to see Luces' grave," Lucinda requested. "I want to talk to him, even if he can't hear me." "I will take you to his resting place," Paul offered. With the truth out, the Grants visited Braeton despite their health condition. Liam lent the company's private jet for their use and convenience. The necessary documents were initiated to retract Paul's death certificate and change it to Luces' name. The tombstone where Luces rested had also been changed.

Kelvin replied, taking a deep breath. “I heard about it; they both were working for Lucian. Norman worked directly under Gray until he snitched and got killed by Gray.” “The boss had asked Gray to deal with him. I was actually thinking he would let him go, but to my biggest surprise,. Gray killed him; they were quite close.” Carl disclosed with a calm voice. Carl and Kelvin kept looking through the documents when suddenly the light went off. They raised their heads, looking around, wondering what went wrong, with Carl then standing up and telling Kelvin to wait while he goes.

Louis exclaimed. It took Sarah a while to recover and she looked at Elizabeth with even greater concern. "Mrs. Warde Senior." Desperation was all over Elizabeth's face. "How did this happen?" "For now, all I know is that Ginny killed Paul. It seems that Paul tried to rape Ginny, so she killed him." Before Elizabeth could even breathe a sigh of relief, Louis continued, "She and Colette both dumped his body in the river." Elizabeth collapsed on the bed as if she had been struck by lightning.

“I trust that his pride would not let him go against his own words, and he gave us his word to help us, Gray replies, “You don’t have to worry, Ben won’t betray us or anything. He is too righteous for that.” “What about your mate, what happened to her?” I ask softly. The room goes quiet immediately and I quickly back track, “Forget I said anything, I was just trying to stop myself from worrying.” Gray suddenly sighs, “She died about two years ago, it was a tragic accident that was completely my fault.” I furrow my brows at his tone, I have only ever heard Gray yell or curse I have never heard him sound so sad, “What was she like?”

I tell him and he does not look affected by the news. I pull out my phone and I go online. The video is really online and it's one of the most viewed and talked about news. ‘DID REYNOLDS SAINT McCARTHY REALLY ABUSE HIS WIFE TO DEATH?’ ‘SON CRASHES OUT AT HOSPITAL.’ ‘WHAT IS THE REAL TRUTH ABOUT GRETTA’s DEATH.’

I said. “Yeah, I came on board shortly after you two separated,” Paul replied. “But I did hear about you.” I almost choked on my food. “Me? You heard about me?” “Yeah, quite a lot, actually,” Paul said. “Grayson talked about you all the time after I started. At first, he was drinking heavily, depressed, and heartbroken. He’d curse your name when he was drunk, then call out for you like he longed for you. Your name seemed to haunt the halls of the Lockwood mansion. It was like you were there, but not really.”