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Martha was busy organizing Grayson’s and my belongings in the bedroom when she paused and asked. “Would you like something to eat, Ma’ami
“I’m fine. I’ll prepare the meal myself, I assured her with a smile, then asked, “Where is your spe
“He went for an early jog outside the villa He should be back soon the said prolitely
Grayson’s absence wasn’t unusual–I was accustomed to not always finding him on the bed or in the villa after an intimate
night.
Still, a nagging thought tugged at me when I noticed my phone lacked any message from him. Instead, I saw messages from friends, particularly Cassie, asking about yesterday’s scandal. My friend was on her way to Singapore. Now that her vacation had ended, I wouldn’t have the chance to process everything with her in person.
Feeling restless, I headed to the kitchen, deciding to cook something for Grayson. We hadn’t discussed what happened with Charlotte and Landon, and the tension was still gnawing at me.
A cold voice cut through the sizzling sounds as I stood at the stove, focused on sauteing prawns in the skillet
“So, the family of the person who killed my son is getting comfortable here.”
Startled, I turned around to find Grayson’s mother standing in the doorway with undisguised hostility.
“I never thought you’d still have the audacity to stay here after the truth came out,” she continued, dripping with contempt. “Didn’t I make myself clear about divorcing my son? Now that it’s been revealed you’re connected to Landon’s death, why are you still here?”
I straightened, meeting her gaze without flinching. “Ms. Moretti, my relationship with Grayson is none of your concern. And perhaps you’ve forgotten–this is my home.”
Her face contorted with rage at my composure. “This villa belongs to my son! How dare you speak to me like that?”
Calmly flipping the prawns in the skillet, I maintained my composure, refusing to let her intimidation tactics get the better
of me.
“Security!” My voice carried through the villa with quiet authority.
Her eyes widened, disbelief replacing her anger. She clearly hadn’t expected me to stand my ground.
Moments later, two guards hurried inside the villa, concern etched on their faces.
“Ma’am?” one of them asked.
“Please escort the guest out,” I instructed calmly, not sparing the visitor another glance.
The two bodyguards exchanged uneasy glances.
“How dare you, you ungrateful- Ms. Moretti screeched
Both her arms were firmly restrained, but that didn’t stop her from thrashing against their hold as they guided her toward
the exit.
I ignored the commotion, calmly plating the food I had just finished cooking. No matter what chaos my mother–in–law decided to unleash, I wasn’t about to let my hard work or the food go to waste. After all, the meal was ready, and I intended to enjoy it.
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“You fucking whore! You’re nothing but an ungrateful freeloader living off my son!” She turned her venom toward the guards. “Can’t you see she’s bewitched Grayson? I am Grayson Blake’s mother! How dare you lay a finger on me! Let me go!”
Her fiery gaze shot toward me. filled with pure hatred. She hadn’t expected to be humiliated like this, especially by someone she considered beneath her–someone like me.
“You killed my Landon!” she spat viciously, repeating the accusation like a curse. “You fucking whore!”
Grayson’s commanding voice cut through the chaos.
“What’s going on here”
The guards instantly released Ms. Moretti, stepping back as though his presence had burned them. All eyes turned to him, showing evident loyalty as they backed down.
He was still glistening with sweat, his muscle shirt clinging to his toned body. It seemed he’d just returned from the gym in the adjacent building.
Despite the situation, my thoughts strayed brielly–he looked utterly irresistible! My fingers itched to touch him, the memory of last night still vivid.
My brief distraction shattered as his mother rushed to him, her voice shifting to a pitiful wail
“Grayson! Help me! That woman ordered your bodyguards to throw me out of the villa! I’m your mother; how dare she treat me this way!”
Grayson’s expression remained calm, his sharp gaze cutting through her theatrics.
“This is Isabella’s home,” he said, his voice steady and firm. “If she felt disrespected or unwelcome, she had every right to ask you to leave.”
Ms. Moretti staggered back, her face draining of color at his words.
“That woman casts a spell over you, can’t you see it? I’m your mother!”
Grayson approached me, his concern clear as he checked if his mother had harmed me.
“That woman is responsible for yo
your brother’s death! You held me responsible for years, but now I find out the Prescott family is to blame. You need to avenge him, Grayson!”
Grayson’s hand trembled, resting on my waist, betraying how deeply disturbed he was by her words.
“Escort my mother out!” His command carried a finality that made the guards spring into action. “No one is to let her in here!”
His mother, fuming with rage, fell silent and stormed off, climbing back into the car.
“I’m sorry…” I said softly to Grayson, knowing how difficult it must be for him to be caught in the middle of this.
“I don’t have the intention of sending your mother away, but I can’t just stand there and let people bully me like that,” I
muttered.
“Then why are you apologizing?”
I pressed my lips together, considering. “Maybe you thought I overstepped. After all, she’s still your mother, and family deserves respect, doesn’t it?”
Instead of answering, Grayson pushed me against the door, kissing me with a force that felt like both a punishment and a claim. When he finally pulled away, I gently traced his jawline with my fingers
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“You fucking whore! You’re nothing but as ungrateful freeloader living off my sond” She turned her venom toward the guards. “Can’t you see she’s bewitched Grayson? I am Grayson Blake’s mother Flow dare you lay a finger on me! Let me go!”
Her fiery gaze shot toward me, filled with pure hatred. She hadn’t expected to be humiliated like this, especially by someone she considered beneath her–someone like me.
“You killed my Tandon!” she spat viciously, repeating the accusation like a curse. “You fucking whore!
Grayson’s commanding voice cut through the chaos.
“What’s going on here?”
The guards instantly released Ms. Moretti, stepping back as though his presence had burned them. All eyes turned to him, showing evident loyalty as they hacked down.
He was still glistening with seat, his muscle shirt clinging to his toned body. It seemed he’d just returned from the gym in the adjacent building.
Despite the situation, my thoughts strayed briefly–he looked utterly irresistible! My fingers itched to touch him, the memory of last night still vivid.
My brief distraction shattered as his mother rushed to him, her voice shifting to a pitiful wail.
“Grayson! Help me! That woman ordered your bodyguards to throw me out of the villa! I’m your mother; how dare she treat me this way!”
Grayson’s expression remained calm, his sharp gaze cutting through her theatrics.
“This is Isabella’s home,” he said, his voice steady and firm. “If she felt disrespected or unwelcome, she had every right to ask you to leave.”
Ms. Moretti staggered back, her face draining of color at his words.
“That
it woman casts a spell over you, can’t you see it? I’m your mother!”
Grayson approached me, his concern clear as he checked if his mother had harmed me.
“That woman is responsible for your brother’s death! You held me responsible for years, but now I find out the Prescott family is to blame. You need to avenge him, Grayson!”
Grayson’s hand trembled, resting on my waist, betraying how deeply disturbed he was by her words.
“Escort my mother out!” His command carried a finality that made the guards spring into action. “No one is to let her in here!
His mother, fuming with rage, fell silent and stormed off, climbing back into the car.
“I’m sorry…” I said softly to Grayson, knowing how difficult it must be for him to be caught in the middle of this.
“I don’t have the intention of sending your mother away, but I can’t just stand there and let people bully me like that,” muttered.
“Then why are you apologizing?”
I
I pressed my lips together, considering. “Maybe you thought I overstepped. After all, she’s still your mother, and family deserves respect, doesn’t it?”
Instead of answering, Grayson pushed me against the door, kissing me with a force that felt like both a punishment and a claim. When he finally pulled away, I gently traced his jawline with my fingers
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“I’ve noticed you like punishing me in different ways. I teased.
He pressed his face into my neck, his breath soft against my skin, lost in the moment.
“Grayson, she said you blamed her for Landon’s death for years… Is that true?”
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As the words slipped from my lips, a heavy fear gripped my chest. If he harbored such anger toward his own mother over Landon’s death, what would that mean for me, given my connection to the tragedy?
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