Will And Dawn Grace Novels & Stories

His door was still closed and I contemplated knocking but decided against it. He would see me downstairs. “Going somewhere?” Hilda asked as soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs. “Apparently I'm going with the Alpha to Beta Jason's wedding,” I said in a monotone. “That would be so much fun,” she said but I was too busy looking around the room for Candice to notice the edge in her voice. “What's wrong?” She asked. “Where's Candice?” “She went to the store with two other maids to restock on groceries,” she said.

My brother cut him off just as quickly as he finished speaking. "-And I want to live the rest of my life with her, and her happiness means the world to me. So, for her to be happy, we'll need your blessing. If you can give me that, you have all my forgiveness." He didn't want to admit it, but Halcyon was impressed. "Fine." He bit out. "You have it, my blessing. I'll give you my blessing so that you may both lead a happy life together." And he jumped forward, pointing an accusing finger at Rick.

Grace looked at me, and I wondered if she saw the worry in my eyes because her gaze softened. “Thank you Hayden,” she said. “What the hell is the time? I missed my shift,” Grace murmured. “Shift?” I looked between the two friends. “Don’t worry, I called your boss. So you have a day off.” Grace felt visibly relieved at her words. “You work?” I asked, shocked. “Yes. How do you think I’m able to pay for school?” Grace stated, rolling her eyes. “What about your stepfather?” “That’s his money, not mine,” she responded, lying back on the bed.

CARTER'S POV I saw the photo at eleven at night while scrolling social media in bed. Couldn't sleep, was thinking about the birthday party coming up in ten days, was looking at old photos of August and James trying to memorize their faces. Then my feed refreshed and there it was. Grace at a restaurant with a man I didn't recognize. Both of them dressed up. Both of them smiling. The caption from some business account: "GRACE Founder Grace Monroe discusses potential partnership with Cross Properties CEO Ethan Cross."

“Adrian wants to come visit you before the wedding.” Grace’s brows lifted slightly. “Did he?” Selena nodded. “He asked what time works for you on Wednesday.” For a moment, Grace looked genuinely surprised by the consideration. Then something softer entered her expression. “Well,” she said lightly, “I suppose I should try looking a little healthier by then.” “Mom.” “I’m kidding,” Grace replied gently. Mostly. Yet eventually, Selena’s thoughts circled back once again toward the previous night. Toward William Kingston. Toward the way he had spoken about her mother.

The news was on, showing a local business update. There was Derrick, sharp in his suit, standing next to an older man with silver hair at some corporate event. The caption read, [Shaw Group's Chairman, with his son Derrick, stepping into the limelight for the first time...] On the screen, Derrick's once ravaged face had healed significantly after treatment. A layer of foundation made him look almost presentable as he offered a smile to the camera. Next to him was a young woman, her attire impeccable, her demeanor refined. The host introduced her as the heiress of a partner corporation.

“Nikolai, my birthday cake was accidentally knocked over today. Could you pick up a new one for me on your way over? Otherwise, my birthday won’t be complete…” Nikolai narrowed his eyes in slight annoyance, yet his body betrayed him as he immediately turned and walked toward the door. But just before stepping out, he paused. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t be so petty, Vivienne.” Before I could say something, the door clicked shut, and he was gone. The sound of his retreating footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, a stark reminder of how easily I had been replaced. He didn't even realize that his petty wife had already packed her heart away.

"So… I'm going to meet your friends tonight, for the first time." He swishes wine around his mouth for a second or so. "Yes, my friends." "Will's going to be there, isn't he? And his wife." His face brightens. "Yes, Grace will be with him. I'm sure you'll like her." "She's nice?" "Lovely woman." He tips up my chin with a finger. "Make friends with her and you'll have a powerful ally there." Why will I need an ally? *****

“Youre back.” “Come in,” I said, straightening my blazer as I sat up. Grace closed the door behind her, clutching a folder. They settled in the chairs opposite me. Ryan sat across from me, I didnt forget to notice he was holding a green file. While Grace leaned forward slightly, her expression curious. “So,” she began, “how was breakfast with the Dawsons?” I exhaled slowly, resting my elbows on the desk. “Tiring. Predictable. And amusing, in a very irritating way.”

“It's really sad for me to say this, Mr. Grayson, but Liora is in love with Ethan and will be getting married soon once the investigation is over and he’s released.” “And that could even be today,” Dawn quickly added, as if she couldn’t wait to drive the nail deeper. In what? I almost puked hearing Kate talk about me being in love with Ethan. Hell no, I couldn't even imagine myself with that pathetic loser. “However,” she said calmly and sweetly, “Dawn here is single, beautiful, and well-mannered. I believe she will make a good wife. A perfect woman for a man of your status, and to top it all, she is the good daughter of the Langford family.”