All Chapters of Miss Gray’s Vengeance : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Why do you want to meet up?” Noah asked the woman beside him. They were seated in a bar, a glass of vodka before them. “I’m asking you, Melissa.”She shifted in her chair, her short skirt riding up her thighs. She was dressed in an overly short skirt and blouse that did little or nothing to cover up her parts. “Brother Noah.”“It’s a question, if you wanted to meet up properly, you should have invited me to a restaurant or anywhere else than a fucking bar.” He’d been busy working when he received a call from Melissa. She pleaded with him for a meeting and even went as far as to threaten to jump off the bridge if he didn’t show up. “I wanted to talk.”“About?”“Do you really hate me now, Brother Noah? I didn’t do all of those on purpose.”He sighed, determined not to fall for her pouty looks and innocent eyes. If it were before when he still saw her as a little sister, he would have fallen for those looks and given her whatever it was that she asked. But not anymore. She was a total

The reporters broke into the room, their cameras clicking, the light from their cameras annoying Melissa. Her head whipped to Eve. “Did you call them here?” Panicking, she asked. “And if I did? I told you, Melissa, you won't be able to get out of this. Let's see how you do it.”Melissa’s eyes widened as she stared at the reporters. “Melissa, are you having an affair with Mr Hank?”“Tell us, Miss. Did you seduce him?”She screamed loudly, her hands covering her ears from the no ice. “How dare you speak about me like that. I'm the victim here.” All of a sudden, her facial expression changed, hse scrunched up her face and before anyone knew it, a few droplets of tears streamed down her cheek. “I’m the one who got drugged and carried to this room by Noah.” She sniffled, crying her eyes out. “I…I feel so dirty. Why does it have to be me?”Everyone’s eyes darted to Noah who slowly stopped up from the bed, in just his trousers. He made his way toward Eve in confusion, his eyes searching h

“Are you trying to drink yourself to death?” Ella asked Liam as she snatched the glass of vodka from his hands and pushed it away from him. Her hands wrapped around her chest, glaring at him, his eyes on the bartender, signaling for him to bring him another glass. “Liam, come back to your senses.” He finally raised his head and stared at her, unbothered by her appearance. “How do you know I’m here?” He asked, his voice shaky. “It’s not important.” How did she know? A friend of hers worked in the bar where they were and she had informed her of his active mess in the bar for the past days. He has been drinking like his life would end if he didn’t. She wanted to ignore his existence and let him do whatever he wanted but after calling her friend and confirming that he was still seated in the bar at midnight, she decided to make her way to the bar/club. Liam’s gaze shifted to the bartender. He slapped a fifty-dollar bill close to him and ordered. “Man, more drinks. You can get

A blinding headache woke Liam up the next morning. With a grain, he pried his eyes open, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling over his head. Immediately taking in his surroundings, he sat up from the bed, his eyes staring around the room in confusion. Where the hell was he? Who brought him here? He couldn’t remember the answer to those questions as the headache increased tenfold, his hands holding his head in place. Unlike his magnificent luxurious room, the room he was in was average. It was neither ugly nor luxurious either. It was just there. Throwing the covers off his body, Liam’s eyes stared in horror at his underwear. Who the fuck stripped him, leaving him in his underwear. What exactly happened? Standing up from the bed, he made his way to the small old couch in the room and grabbed his clothes, putting them on and heading toward the door not caring about his disheveled look or his ruffled clothes. He held the door’s handle, his eyes narrowing at the noise from the other

“Noah, you fucker. You ruined the date.” Eve screamed. They were having a perfect date just a while ago and he just had to ruin it by forgetting the milk on the stove. Now their date was ruined. Noah ran toward the other side of the kitchen, coming back with a fire extinguisher which he sprayed across the room turning off the fire, the remains turning to smoke. “What you doing standing there? C’mon.” He walked up to her, holding her hand and leading her to their room, away from the smoke.“Where the hell are the servant when my house almost fucking burned down,” he yelled, shoving his fingers into his hair in frustration. Placing his right hand on his waist, he paced around the room. “How is it their fault?”“It is. I pay them to watch over the house, not to lay on their beds like logs of wood.”Eve rolled her eyes. “You forget everything, Noah. Didn’t you send them on a leave? Just the same way you forgot our wedding vows years ago.” She blurted out without thinking. It wasn’t un