Who Killed Grace Novels & Stories

“A hunter did.” I held out the card. Grace read it without touching it. Her mouth tightened. Then she moved to the chair by the fire and sat down like her knees had finally remembered her age. I remained standing. If I sat, I might fall apart. “Was Lila’s baby really gone?” I asked. Grace looked at the fire. The flames popped softly, bright and domestic, completely inappropriate for the shape of the moment. “Yes,” she said. The room held still. Then she added, “But not dead.”

I think we have a culprit, don’t you, Commander Petter? - But in return for what he would kill his own companion? - Petter tried to put the pieces together. - Because it was her or him. And of course he wouldn’t want the drug kingpin to kill him, so he killed his wife to get rid of it. - He explained.

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.

Scott asked impatiently. "No,I didn't. He left and he never called me. When I called him he didn't pick up. I thought he was angry that I sent him away" Grace said slowly. She began to realize that he came in with her,made out with her knowing fully well that it's not allowed and she wouldn't want other nurses to know that she brought her boyfriend. He made out with her and he knew that she would talk to the nurse for a longer while before going out so that the other nurse wouldn't notice his presence and that's when he had the opportunity to look into the rooms,find Selina and then kill her. At that realization,Grace let out a loud cry and hit herself on the ground.

The flowers I had, slipped from my grasp and fell to the ground. Tina’s voice was choked as she scolded angrily, “It was you who killed her. It was because of you that she got so angry that she had to be hospitalized. Now that she has gone, how dare you show up? You murderer! Didn’t you kill her? Are you happy now?” “This… this can’t be!” I gasped in disbelief. Evan had informed me over the phone that Grace’s health had been gradually improving. How could suddenly pass away? “Evan, is that true?” I looked at Evan in disbelief.

Grace was looking tensed when she came back but now she looks relaxed. "Grace, is everything fine?" Bella asked. "You can share with me... We are in the same situation." Grace sighed. "Your situation is better than me... Atleast Alex is not Acting over possessive and killing people for calling you beautiful." "He killed the man?" Bella asked shocked. "He later said that he didn't... I don't know because i fainted when he shot him." Grace rubbed her forehead. "You fainted... How could he?.. he knows that you are scared of violence... I am going to complain to his mother."

Kiara was currently in her bedroom by Grace’s side, while I called for a meeting to tell the family members what happened, they at least deserved to know what was going on. “Katerina, you and I both know that I wouldn’t lie about such a thing. The man and woman shot Grace and left the house” I said looking at Katerina who sat down on a chair, her eyes wide as she put her hand on her chest. Ivan was yet to say a word as he listened to what I was saying, Artur kept his eyes on his son, and dad looked at me with wide eyes. “Why? Why would she be doing this? I’m so…”

No one would dare step out of line again. Grace was the first to speak, her voice steady but laced with disbelief. “Dallion, why did you kill her?” She was the only one with the nerve to ask, maybe because she was older. His voice was cold, empty. “Didn’t you hear me?” “I did.” Grace sighed, then turned to the servants. “Go back to your work.”

"Grace wasn't supposed to die! She was supposed to be brought here alive! She's the only person who knows the truth about the fire—the only witness who can identify the real killer!" Damien's eyes widened. "I thought... I thought you wanted her silenced." "I wanted her controlled! Manipulated! Used!" Victoria grabbed a crystal tumbler from the bar and hurled it at the wall. It exploded in a shower of glass. "Grace Winters was going to be our star witness when the time came. She was going to tell the world exactly who really killed her mother." "But she was warning Luna—"

“You did. Someone planted a bomb in my car. An officer went to move it and it exploded. He was killed in the blast.” “Oh my God,” she whispered. “That could have been you.” “It was supposed to be me. Listen, like I said, I don’t have a lot of time. They are going to transfer me to the prison soon. My attorney, or Captain Whitlock, will fill you in on everything.” “But your uncle is dead! Who could be doing this?” “The person who killed my uncle. The person behind all of this. Denis Ratcliffe.” “Who is that?” “Grace’s ex-husband.”