Will And Dawn Grace Novels & Stories

Dora dragged her all the way to her room, “What are you really doing here Grace?” She asked “What does it look like am doing?” Grace was in no mood for this “Does David or Ryan know you are working for the Don who also happens to be my father?” Surprise was an understatement to what Grace felt, she could not even find the right words to speak “What are you talking about?” She asked her voice lower than usual “You know exactly what am talking about “ Dora said smiling, the color on Grace's face drained

she observed and Dawn's eyes widened. "I guess maybe I got the flu or something. And how do you know I had a bomb ass night?" "Cause you have this super glow around you, also, you didn't bother to hide that sexy-looking hickey on the side of your neck," she said clicking her tongue and wearing a lazy grin. Dawn blushed, her hands going up in reflex to cover it before she thought better. "Nothing happened last night" Gracie looked horrified. "Really... But how's that even possible? You're freaking sexy, so I don't see the problem, or..." she gasped, her eyes widening. "Is he impotent or what?" she deadpan and Dawn tried her hardest not to roll her eyes.

Adrian POV We spent the rest of the day at Elena's flat going through everything we could find about Grace and by the evening we had enough to piece together the story my father had spent his whole life running from. Grace Williams. Born 1965. Died 1995 in a car accident on the M25 on a rainy Tuesday night. My father would have been thirty years old and she would have been thirty when she died and every single photo we found of her looked exactly like Elena.

"Are you trying to atone for Alysia's death with this? I can see that the lady in there is almost the same age as Alysia. You don't have to do this; I'm sure Alysia holds nothing against you. There is nothing you could have possibly done to save her." "I know, Roberts, and I'm not doing this to atone for her. I know very much that she has forgiven me. I am not going to deny that I wish I can live her life for her as well, which is why I followed up with her fashion brand, but I'm helping them purely because I want to help. Something keeps pulling me to help, that's all." "Alright, I will do as you have ordered. The plane should be here with Zack in no time," Roberts said. Zack came in just a

“I’ll fucking kill him. He dared to lay a hand on you? Let’s see how he feels when I kick his teeth in!” ​ “No,” Grace said. She stood as well, and took Will’s hands in hers. “He hasn’t hurt me. Besides, you know you can’t do that. We’re always in the public eye and the last thing people like you and I need is a scandal. I don’t need you to do that for me.” ​ “So, he hasn’t harmed you?”

"The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller." Vivian's face twisted. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Vivian Miller? That's absurd." I clicked again. A set of records appeared: Red Creek High School yearbook pages, church baptism files, Miller family cemetery donation records, and a recent photograph. In the photo, the woman everyone called Grace Walker-Hale wore sunglasses and a black coat while standing in a country cemetery. The headstone in front of her read: Miller Family. She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave.

He said coming closer to us. "Who is this beautiful lady by the way? I'm Noah Wills. " He said extending his hand out for me. " Hello, I'm Grace Alder. "I nicely introduced myself. " Beautiful name for a beautiful lady. " He said kissing the back of my hand. I blushed because no one has ever done this before. " What happens to your office?" He asked. " Nothing. You clean this mess right now and you Noah Wills get out of my office. " He shouted at both of us.

Vivian’s fingers tightened faintly beneath the table. “How do you know that?” “Do I need to remind you of the person sitting right here with you?” Her jaw clenched. Noah’s voice remained calm. “You need the Dawson International contract to rebuild your reputation. Do you realize that the CEO is my uncle? I mean, Mr. Dawson is my maternal uncle.” Vivian’s expression changed instantly. Now she understood where this was going. “You can’t interfere in that deal.” Noah smiled faintly. “Really?” Vivian stared at him.

And once someone fell from grace, they would grab the chance to convert the matter to the breaking news, just like they did to the Tang Family. She was still disgusted by those headlines and false facts that went viral years ago. Mo Yuhan pursed his lips. Her face would be all over the media outlets soon. She won't mind it at that time, right? He decided to discuss it with Tang Yichen later. He took a right turn as he drove towards the 76H Junction road leading towards the Grace Villa but a black car appeared out of nowhere at full speed. Mo Yuhan swerved his car towards the left while he lowered the shotgun seat causing Tang Li to take on a sleeping posture.

I wanted to feel bad for her and the death of my father but none came. I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the door open and stormed inside. Grace was sitting in the parlor, her expression as calm and collected as ever, as if she hadn’t just been part of a murder plot. When she saw me, her lips curled into a smirk. "Well, look who’s alive," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I’m surprised you survived, Dawn. Maybe you’re not as weak as I thought." I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off with a laugh, sharp and humorless. "Oh please, spare me the family loyalty nonsense. You were never part of my family. You were just an obstacle, something that needed to be removed."