Novel & Cerita Mar'i Grayson

wow. "Wow. When Mr. Gray brought in his brother last week they said his wife was in labor," I say as I remove the cuff and jot down her blood pressure. "Yes. Tabitha had her daughter last week and then Mariah had her daughter two days ago. It has been a busy week for all of us... It's so strange to hear someone call Fin Mr. Gray," Carmen says with a giggle, and my smile grows. So his nickname is Fin. The carefree-sounding name doesn't fit his stoic persona at all, in my opinion. Mr. Gray sounds more suitable. Then again, when he had spoken to her, he had sounded gentle and kind. Maybe he gets that from being a dad.

A black fucking card in my hand! I never thought I’d see one of these, let more of touching it before I died. I get to have this for two years! Oh, I was screaming at the top of my lungs from joy then I ran over to him, without a flicker of thought wrapped my arms around him, and kissed his head. “You are my sweet, sweet husband!! I can even carry three children. Or four. Name it!” “Sir,” Martha walked in with an envelope in her hand whilst I froze with my arms wrapped around Greyson, my lips on his head.

Maria said proudly. Meanwhile, someone was listening to them just around the corner. A tall middle aged man. Santos Grayson. Finally, he made himself appear to their midst. "Hello," he was handsome as handsome could begin with. Fair skin, big nose and a fine charisma. Maria studied him and weighed just how rich he could be. He was not someone likely to be famous, but his attire spoke of wealth. Simple and designer like. "Who are you?" She said, not directly meaning to be rude.

Since I had made up my mind to leave, I had to make sure not to leave any traces. Just as I'd reached the office, however, I heard a few hushed voices whispering to each other. "Did you hear the news? Mr. Grayson is getting married, and his bride is his childhood best friend!" "I always thought that Mr. Grayson had the hots for his assistant, Ms. Summers. After all, they always spend every waking hour together, whether it's lunchtime, working overtime, or going on business trips." "Don't be dumb! Ms. Summers is an orphan. Mr. Grayson is way out of her league! The Graysons run the biggest mafia organization in the country, and every marriage must of course only be political!"

Perhaps there was more than just one rat in the tower. Maria was the youngest maid, mid-thirties, and also Amber’s favorite. The only one of Grayson’s employees willing to engage in meaningful conversations with Amber. Maria liked to brag about her children Emilia and Emilio, her pride and joy. Her husband Marco worked at a pizza joint in the Fringe, often long hours to help pay for Emilia’s dance lessons and Emilio's Mandarin lessons. The boy was gifted and had aspirations to be a Doctor. Emilia was a typical little princess into dress up and sparkly things, hoping to get a pony for her ninth Birthday.

Grey snapped as soon as he answered the phone. “Shut the fuck up, I need you to investigate someone for me.” I sneered. “Who?” “Maria,” I answered. “As in, Maria? Your ex-fiancé? Who did you cheat on with her baby sister and marry her baby sister?” Grey did well to remind me of everything that happened in the last nine months. I shut my eyes as those memories washed down my mind.

Then I thought about Matthias, sleeping peacefully across the hall from our room, finally free to discover who he truly was. "I've spent ten years hiding," I said firmly. "I'm done with shadows and false names. I'm Marabelle Daisy Graystone, heir to the Graystone Alpha line and mate to the Diamond heir. It's time I embraced that fully." Maison's expression softened, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "You've always been her," he said quietly. "Even when you were serving burgers in those ridiculous shorts." I laughed softly, leaning into his touch. "Those shorts were regulation uniform, I'll have you know."

Maria's eyes widened with disapproval as she politely broke free from the tight embrace. "Mother!" Jackson protested as he sprung up. Maria repeated it in her head again, mother? She was wrong about her boss...for now, she concluded. But how was his mother so young? "Uh, nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Maria Gracia, Jackson's new PA," she said politely and watched the woman's face fall, flushing with disappointment. "Oh," her arms fell to her sides and she turned to her flustered son. "So, you treated Theodore that way for nothing?!"

Two times a day, Alpha Grayson would call his family and chat for around an hour, unfortunately, I was not able to call him as they had informed me it would 'hinder his performance' and I've strayed away from the phone line ever since. I haven't really made a few friends, however, I recently have become acquainted with one of the maids who bring me coffee in the library which was Mary, who resembled Steph by a lot, even she was crushing on one of the Alphas. She had short blonde hair that reached to her shoulders, pale brown eyes that sparkled when she talked about something she really love and she was very short for her age which was 5'5. She was quiet and timid, but after a small chat with

Xavier raised an eyebrow expectantly. Grayson nodded. "Yes, of course." He thought about it and sighed and then lowered his voice. "If you really must know, I met Ari through AmericanMate. It's a web site for modern mail-order brides." Xavier tilted his head to the side. "No wonder you're keeping it quiet." He took a sip of his coffee and then set it down. "But you got lucky with Ari. She seems like a wonderful lady." Grayson nodded, smiling. "She is."