Pembunuh Grace Novels & Stories

The underworld never slept, and tonight was no different. Grace sat at the long table while swirling the whiskey in her glass. The men around her spoke in hushed tones, but she caught every word. She had been raised in rooms like this. This was her world. But tonight, she knew something was different. "Have you heard?" a man to her left spoke in intrigue. "Adrian Blackwood is dead. Assassinated in Raeburn Asylum." A ripple of murmurs spread across the table. Some smirked, others leaned in wanting to join in the talk. Grace didn't react. She simply lifted her glass to her lips, taking a slow sip, pretending her heart hadn't just clenched at the mention of her cousin's name.

Grace said and looked into the dark. "But you're fine now, so bye." She jumped off the bed. I held her wrist. "You love him, don't you?" I asked her. Grace froze and faced me with knitted eyebrows. A small mocking titter followed before she became serious again. "I'm crazy about him. I'd do anything. Sadly, he will never ask me to kill you." I swallowed hard and looked her in the eyes. "We can't do anything about that." "He put me in such a terrible position treating you. You don't understand the thrill I got from hearing you got shot. I thought, here's my chance! I hate that I'm here delaying the inevitable."

"I shouldn't have been so focused on saving Kiara that I ignored our daughter. I was wrong. I also shouldn't have held onto my old feelings for Elias. I thought he loved me deeply, but when things got dangerous, he left me behind and ran. I was wrong about him. "Nathaniel, wait for me. I'll bring Hannah home." The signal cut off. I looked down at Hannah's photo, my eyes growing misty. … Elias was sentenced to death for inciting others to their deaths. When the weather cleared, the police found Grace's body. To prevent more tragedies, they blocked off Evermist Mountain, leaving only a few safe stretches of road. Grace's parents had already passed away, so the authorities contacted me and aske

she said and went back to the man's body, crying and wailing. I didn’t know what that meant. I looked at the man again. He still wasn’t moving. He would never move again. That was when it sank in. I had killed someone. But all I wanted was to protect my mum. I thought she would hug me and tell me she was proud that I saved her but she turned away from me. END OF FLASHBACK GRACE'S POV “Oh my God Silvano,” I breathed as he told me what happened that led to his first kill.

In that moment, I knew she was going to kill me. Time seemed to slow down. Pascal was getting to his feet beside me, breathing hard, watching. Grace's hand was steady now, her expression cold and determined. And I thought of Cynthia. Of Amber. Of everything I'd never get to do, never get to say, never get to fix. Then Grace pulled the trigger. The sound was deafening. A loud, sharp crack that echoed through the entire warehouse. And pain exploded through my chest. Sharp. Burning. All-consuming.

Layson's POV From the moment I learned the truth, it took a full week to accept it. Charlotte, whom I despised, had actually been framed. Grace, whom I loved deeply, was a murderer. I tried not to believe it, but the facts were right there. Grace kneeled in front of me, crying as she confessed everything. The women around me who had mysteriously died over the years, including my former fiancée, were all killed by Grace. They hadn't done anything wrong. They just got too close to me.

*Grace will die,* I decided, my hands clenching into fists. *Whatever it takes, however long it takes—she will die, and Jace will finally understand that I'm the only one who ever truly deserved him.* But the mining complex disaster had proven one thing clearly: I couldn't eliminate Grace with the resources I currently had available. Her grandfather's intelligence networks were too comprehensive, her own tactical skills too advanced, and the partnership she'd formed with Jace too strong for simple assassination attempts to succeed.

I said, but she rolled her eyes at me before saying, “Let me inform you that this same man was the one who killed your beloved Caroline. Do you think she just died? Someone killed her and this man right here was the one who did it” Marcus froze on his steps. He was already about to leave the room. I wasn't sure if I should be happy that Grace stopped him, or if I should frown at the method she used. “What do you mean?” He asked as he turned fully to Grace. “Caroline was kidnapped by this man over here. He asked me to sleep with Davis to get Caroline back, which I did, I swear, I didn't think twice before doing it because my sister's life was at stake, but guess what? He still killed her, he

“Police? You called the police on me? While I’m pregnant?! You heartless—” “Where was your heart when you ripped our family apart? Where was your mercy when Dad beat me bloody because of your lies? And who’s to say my mother’s death was even an accident? Maybe it was all part of your little game. Maybe your partners made sure she never came back.” Grace clenched her fists. Her control snapped. “If I’m going down—so is everyone else!” she screamed. “Yes! I was working with Pink Poultry! They killed your mother! And I married your father! Now what?! Happy?!”

Grace held her head and suddenly shouted, "No, I am not wrong, I am doing everything for her good. I will give her everything, I will give her a rich life ... Am I wrong? Am I wrong?” Victoria looked at her while she talked to herself, and she continued, "Lemoine has already confessed, and you deliberately caused him to kill Valentine, because Valentine had evidence and evidence of you harming my father. So, you bribed Lemoine to kill Valentine, and I know Valentine is your high school classmate, but you actually killed him yourself." "He deserves to die ... He deserves to die; he dared to threaten me ... I, Grace, hate it when others threaten me the most. If he didn't threaten me that day,