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tired. My fingers twitched beneath the blanket. I wanted to ask him more. Wanted to know what had happened between him and Chris. Wanted to understand why his family looked at him like he didn't belong. And perhaps, for the first time since arriving in New Orleans, I wanted to know Grayson Russo—not because he was Chris's brother. But because he was Grayson. The realization should have terrified me. Instead, it kept me awake long after the rain had stopped.

Each one of them was enough to land them a conviction. While we were having a break, I found Thomas, who was still working hard to free Joy. “Mr. Thompson, I have something to tell you about Joy.” He scowled at me and said coldly, “Sorry, but I don’t want to hear it. You can leave now.” I did not feel frustrated by his dismissal. Instead, I handed the ultrasound scan report and a video recording to him. “I think you’ll be very interested in these. You’re welcome.”

The words froze on my tongue as my gaze locked onto a pair of piercing blue eyes. What the— Standing in front of Dad's bookshelf wasn't him but someone I never expected to see here: Alexander fucking Grayson. Alexander Grayson. CEO of Grayson Industries and the most notorious spoiled heir of Italy. The man whose mornings began with one woman in his bed and nights ended with another. A shrewd businessman gracing the covers of financial magazines for his success—and the tabloids for his infamous escapades. He wasn't just known for his corporate brilliance but for bedding celebrities and making headlines with scandals.

If David spoke, everything would burn, and Mr Blackwood would burn with it. He poured another drink, hands steady now, already planning his next move, convinced control was still within reach, even as fate quietly prepared to prove him wrong. Very soon indeed. WILLOW'S POV After we had arrived home, I stood by the door frame of Ian’s dad’s room, watching him sleeping on a chair beside the bed. His head was tilted back, his arms crossed tightly like he was afraid to let go. I sighed softly and walked up to him, my footsteps light on the floor.

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

The staff might not have talked to me but they feed me so all is good in my book. I took a walk to the gardens, which would have been much more pleasant if Alessandro's man hadn't followed me. It's not like I could escape from this fortress. By nightfall I was going back to my room, or should I say "our" room. When I came inside, Alessandro was already there, lying on his bed, reading a book. Shirtless. "How was your tour?" He asked, throwing his book aside. "It would have been much more enjoyable if it wasn't for your men following me."

My name is Liliana Grey but since I joined the Terrance family I changed my name to Liliana Terrance. I was born and raised in America, California Los Angeles, but moved to New York when I got adopted back when I was 10. I was a college student taking psychology department in New York. I stayed at the dorm since it's near and to save myself from my oversleeping habit. Today seems to be my seventeenth birthday and I am planning to go back home to celebrate since the summer holiday is also heading near. I was walking in the hallway with tons of books to carry. I head to my locker and put the books inside easing my hand that has gone numb from carrying it.

"I did get you something though." "Greyson, I thought we agreed not to do anything this year-" "Open the damn present, sugar," Greyson said and rolled his eyes. He passed Indianna a present and she couldn't help but smile. "Thank you," she said softly and opened the present. She laughed. "A children's book?" "I will not let my children's heads be filled up with that nonsense from the book my mother gave you," Greyson said.

” He whisper-yelled at me, quickly glancing back towards the open door. “Hey, calm down. This is not what you think, okay? It is not all about what you said and certainly not only about pain.” He muttered. A tall frame suddenly appears by the entrance door behind him, Grayson slowly walks in and goes to stand behind Logan's back. I can see my friend lean into the touch of Grayson's hand on his shoulder. “There is definitely a part about pain.” Grayson said in a serious deep voice. “There is a bit of that, and I don't even use whips. Besides, it is a whole lifestyle, it is only only about sex.”

“Why not the library.” “Because, sunshine,” He smirks. “Considering your grades, we’re gonna have to be loud.” Without that he walks out. I glance at Mr. noble but he’s already back to what he’s doing. With a frustrated groan I hurry after Grayson. *** I barely drop my book on the desk before Grayson’s already glaring at me. he has his chair turned to face an empty desk with a chair in front of it. “Took you long enough,” I glance at the clock taking the seat opposite him. “It’s been two minutes.”