All Chapters of Mr. Grayson: Billionaires' Club Book 4 : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

C H A P T E R T H I R T Y - F I V EBREEhe funeral services were beyond lovely. Kind words were spoken about Alex’s mother, and I felt nothing but sorrow forthe man sitting stiffly at my side. He was undeniably an outsider here even though this was his mother, and he’d funded the entire thing.It was bullshit that he had to grieve her death on top of people eyeing him weirdly for whatever reason. I simply ignored the staring. Alex was dressed like the billion-dollar man he was, and it was evident that it was making him a target. He presented himself intimidatingly, his dark gaze set solely on the casket throughout the entire service, and he looked like the most important, influential person in the room.I lifted my chin, held onto his forearm while he clasped his hands together in his lap, and I wondered where it would go from here. When Alex’s knuckles grew white, and his forearm tightened, that’s when I deduced who his father was—the short, white-haired man with the flushed face w

Her soft red hair looked frazzled under the fluorescent lighting, but her eyes were as beautiful and green as Alex’s, and she stared at me as if she were about to drop the biggest hammer of all time just to fuck with Alex on behalf of her dad. “I’m sure you’ve heard that we’re the horrible people in his life.”“He doesn’t speak much of any of you. I know about his grandfather, the amazing man who raised him.”“That man was the devil himself. The only reason he’d take a murderer on like Alex—”I felt a lump in my throat. “Murderer?” I croaked out.She smiled, and I could smell the liquor on her breath when she let out a laugh. “Oops. My bad,” she said. “That’s something I suppose he wouldn’t want anyone to know since that would be reason enough to ruin theGrayson family name.”I could hear the slur in her words, and I didn’t want to give this woman more than I already had.“Well, let me tell you about Alex,” she continued. “He killed his brother. That’s a hidden gem that no one wants

“Son of a bitch!” I wailed, unable to suck in a breath and pissed as fuck that I was stuck in some madhouse of emotions.It felt like my chest was being crushed, and I knew something was wrong. I needed to get help. I slipped on a hoodie and sweats and called for my neighbor to drive my ass to the hospital.My eyes were closed the entire ride, and I couldn’t tolerate Shirley’s voice for another second. I should’ve just fucking collapsed at home and let my father finally have his day in the sun where he was able to spit on my grave. At long last, the son he hated would be off the face of the earth like he intended with every punch to my face, kick to my stomach, and the rest of the torture he subjected me to when I was a kid.“We’re here, honey,” she said, running her hand over my sweaty forehead. “I’m running in ahead of you. I’ll kill you if you die on me, Alexander.”AFTER BEING RUSHED into the ER and having to call in Jim as my next of kin, I was given a heavy dose of medication fo

“Why would Paul let me stay in that house with my sisters until I was a teenager? Or with his wife?” I pulled my feet off the coffee table and rested my elbows on my knees. “If this is true, this makes me the monster he’s always said I am.”“Fuck that,” Jim’s voice was lethal. “I’m serious. You’re going to lose these irrational thoughts. Get some goddamn counseling and fix yourself. I’m not even falling for your line of bullshit, saying that this is all started because you were finally in a relationship where you opened yourself up. I don’t believe that’s the reason you’re having a full-blown emotional breakdown.”“Regardless of your opinion, I was a shallow asshole before her. I’d been raised to believe that I was incapable of giving or receiving love. I believed that until I met Breanne. Once I allowed myself to open up, that’s when the night terrors began coming on more frequently, and now they’re unbearable. I can’t live like this. If it means shutting it down and moving onwithou

“I’m glad I could be there for you during a hard time, but it’s over, Bree. Accept it and move on. I’m going to London. I need to address issues there, and if you want to meet up with Theo again, do it when I’m not there.”“What the fuck happened, Alex? Jesus Christ, please fucking tell me. You mentally checked out after that funeral.”“Goddammit, I’m not reliving that day and especially with you,” he said. “Move the fuck on. How hard is that to understand? I’m not the man you want or need.” He turned back to me. “They refer to relationships like this—where people like you try to fix a man like me—as toxic.”“No shit?” I mocked him. “But I was never trying to fix you.” I rose, pissed and heartbroken. “I was trying to be there for you.”“I don’t need anyone in this hellish world of mine to be there for me,” he said. “I’m sorry I pulled you in like this. I’m sorry I wasn’t smart enough to end it before it began, but maybe that’s the bastard in me I tried to warn you about. I selfishly l