روايات وقصص ضمن Vanna Grace

"Anyway... You don't have to worry about that anymore. Leave it to me!" He patted her head. "Take a good rest... Tonight we will go for a dinner..." Grace nodded and He smiled. Grace laid back and closed her eyes, not knowing whom to trust, the only thing she can do is hope for the best. ********* "You are looking beautiful!" Vlad said when Grace walked towards him. She was wearing light green gown for a dinner. "Thank you..." She forced a smile. "Where is Vera?" "She is__" Vlad's eyes froze on the woman who descended the stairs with clicking of heels. She was looking like a model in hot black gown and high heels.

She thought that he would kill her. She regretted going to the meeting in the first place. She didn't stop blaming herself even though it's been more than a month since the incident happened. Vanessa adjusted her blazer as she took the microphone and resumed her speech. "As you all already know, I am Vanessa Sanchez, an actress and a model. I would also like to add one more identity to my name. This has been my secret for so many years but I will let you all know today that I am V_Secrets…" She stated.

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

“What did you say?” “Her grace is a young woman and you're..” A smirk crossed Lance's face for a moment, “A man.” Poison clenched his fists, “You ugly bastard! How dare you? Are you trying to taint her Grace's reputation?” Violet stepped out of the carriage with her dress inched upwards, with Saintess's sword hanging by her side. Lance took a moment to see what she looked like, “Your grace.” he said, his head slightly bowed. “I apologize for what I just said but—”

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

Grace asked, masking her true behaviour in front of her husband. “ She will. The school will teach her so many lessons and lessen her pride.” Gamma Levi said and stormed off to Nicki's room. Grace's lips curved into an evil smirk and her eyes glittered with mischievousness. “ This is just the beginning, Nicki Bernardo. I will make your life miserable.” She clicked her tongue and sat down on the cushion, watching her favourite TV series. Nicki began to take off her clothes in front of her dressing mirror. Her fair skin was covered in bruises and red marks due to her father's excessive beating.

I murmured. “Speak of the devil.” Detective baker frowned. I looked in the direction of where he was looking and saw a woman in a suit walking toward us. She had a friendly smile painted on her face, but I had a feeling we wouldn’t be the best of friends. “Detective Baker, long time no see,” she beamed. “I prefer it that way,” detective Baker grumbled. He still hadn’t returned her smile. So they must have some kind of history there. She looked at me. “You must be Marina Davis,” she said. “I am Special Agent Danna Halman. You can call me Danna or agent Danna.”

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

But she was a much better daughter than Ayana ever was! Grace's resentment towards her sister Ayana had roots that ran deep, stemming from a childhood overshadowed by familial expectations and sibling rivalry. While Ayana had always been the rebellious one, pursuing her passion for art and painting despite their family's hopes for her to join the business empire, Grace had taken a different path. She had studied business, not out of genuine interest but as a means to prove herself worthy in the eyes of their parents. For Grace, business acumen was her ticket to validation, her way of demonstrating her commitment to the family legacy and securing her place within the De’Mario empire.