𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

maid - 4

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"Grayson, what's going on?" Y/N questioned in bewilderment, watching as Grayson sporadically threw around articles of clothing around the room. "Why are you packing so urgently?"
In his frantic state, he turned to a confused Y/N and stopped everything, before letting out a deep breath. "I saw Dolanoids in that supermarket down the street."
Y/N froze in shock. Now she understands why Grayson had found her down the aisle and snatched her hand to drag her out of the store, seemingly in a panicked state of mind. He looked absolutely horrified as they walked down the street, but wouldn't tell her why or what he saw that could have possibly made him act this way. It was only until when she was getting fed up with his strange behavior, wondering if she had something to do with it.
"So... so that means..." Y/N gulped, feeling a lump begin to grow in the back of her throat.
"That my father has been selling his poisonous wine in France without even mentioning it to me," he finishes in a huff, shoving the last few items in the suitcase. "Come on, we need to go."
Grayson helped her pack the rest of her things before they checked out of the hotel - it was good timing, too, as their vacation was nearing its end already, so it's not like it's been ruined by this sudden discovery. He barked orders at the limo driver to get them to the airport as fast as possible, and Y/N wasn't in the mood to chastise him for his rudeness. During the drive, Grayson was already making phone calls, shouting curses at his family members for not informing him of the matter. Y/N assumes that he's now currently speaking with his mother, as she could hear some of the elder woman's voice on the other line.
"Wait, wait, wait... Grayson Bailey Dolan, why are you even in Paris anyway?" Lisa Dolan's voice asked, filled with suspicion. "And why in God's name would you take your maid with you?"
"Because she's my fucking girlfriend, mother," Grayson hissed into the phone, right before hanging up in her face. Y/N winced slightly as his aggressive movements, and Grayson must have noticed because he sighed and put his phone away before pulling her swiftly into his lap for a comforting hug. "I'm sorry, Bambi, I don't mean to scare you."
"I'm not scared of you, Grayson," she says assuringly with a frown. "I'm just scared... in general. Now that your mother knows about us, what's going to happen?"
"She's going to try to separate us, but I won't let her."
"Separate us?"
"I'm... shit, I haven't told you this, Y/N, but I'm supposed to be in a courtship with some family friend's daughter, Irene or whatever, and we're supposed to marry when I turn twenty-one," he groans, his frustration beginning to grow.
Y/N gasped before pushing herself off of him, her face starting to twist into an expression of anger. "Wait, you're fucking engaged?!"
"Not willingly! It was arranged by our parents," Grayson spoke defensively. "I don't want to marry her, Bambi. I love you."
She couldn't even look at him, she was too enraged. He never mentioned to her that he was already betrothed; perhaps if she would have known, she would have tried harder to prevent herself from falling for him. It doesn't matter if doesn't love Irene, or whatever the hell the other woman's goddamn name is, but he's going to marry her. Y/N knows the ending already, and knows that this isn't some sort of fairytale. Grayson Dolan's parents are far too powerful and are easily able to separate them. Y/N is just some lower-middle class average college student anyway, she most certainly couldn't compare to the filthy rich, drop-dead gorgeous woman that is engaged to her boyfriend. Y/N remained in silence, drowning in her awful thoughts as Grayson stared at her with concern, absolutely petrified that his was already losing his Bambi again.
Fuck, she doesn't even hold him when the private jet takes off, even though she's obviously terrified. She swats his hand away from him when he tries to comfort her, instead gripping the armrest of the chair. He doesn't dare force her to hold onto him, preferring to leave her alone rather than make everything worse than it already is. Y/N has eventually fallen asleep during their long flight, dreaming of a perfect world where her and Grayson live happily in their beautiful two-story home that he built himself, her working her dream job and being a mother to four wonderful children. They live far, far away from Weldon, and no longer associate themselves with the troubles of his family past.
But of course, this isn't a perfect world.
Y/N is unfortunately brought back to reality when the plane lands, exhaustion flooding her brain as she walks towards the exit of the airport. As they got into the car, she turns to Grayson and says, "I want to go home."
He raises his eyebrow at her. "We are going home."
She shook her head. "No, not your grand estate. My home, my old apartment."
He grunts at her clarification and frowns, speaking in refusal, "Absolutely not, you're staying with me."
"And why do you get to decide that?" she questions, raising her voice a little.
"Because I'm not leaving you alone, where you can get hurt," he tells her, narrowing his eyes at the stubborn girl.
"And why, pray tell, would I get hurt?" Y/N snapped, shifting her body to fully face him. "Maybe we're a mistake, we shouldn't do this. It's too hard-"
"Goddammit, Y/N, no it's not!" Grayson belches, his tone shaky and full of despair. "I will work my fucking hardest to get what I want, and what I want is you. I love you, nobody else but you. I won't stop even if it fucking kills me-"
"That's the thing, Grayson, this is a matter of life and death!" she shouted, tears now blurring her eyes. "I don't want you fucking dying, just for me!"
"Just for you?" he scoffed at her ridiculous words. He hated when she referred to herself, as though she is worthless. When in fact, she is worth a trillion times more than everything he owns, including himself.
"Yes, just for me," she nodded in sniffles. "So just drop me off at Sam's and then you can go home..."
"That place isn't my damn home," Grayson confessed, reaching out to grab Y/N's hand. "It's not my home if you're not fucking there. My home is wherever you are, and I don't give a shit how cliché it sounds, it's the fucking truth. And for your information, Bambi, I'd take a million bullets for you in a heartbeat, and you just have to accept that."
Y/N stares at him, unable to form a proper response in her mouth, so instead she just leans in and kisses him on his lips. Grayson immediately responds, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss. He could feel her tears fall from her eyes and onto his own face, so he slightly pulls himself away before bringing his hands up to wipe away her stray teardrops. He then leans his forehead againsts hers, shutting his eyes momentarily before reopening then when the car came to a stop. They were at the Dolan Estate.
"You're sleeping in my room tonight," he quietly tells her, only earning a light nod in response.
They gathered their belongings and headed inside the empty household; all of the staff already asleep. Y/N knew she was going to have difficulty with the time difference situation, on top of the jet lag, but she figures she'll think about it later; they have other problems to deal with right now. Though she was feeling anger towards her beloved "boss" Y/N couldn't help but pull out one of his favorite shirts, a Louis Vuitton one, in fact, and slipped it over her bare body, then crawled into bed with him. Instinctively, his arms moved to hold her, but she quietly and politely told him she wanted space tonight. Those words made his heart wrench, but he was understanding. But he couldn't help but feel empty and cold as he tried to sleep, finding it nearly impossible without her in his arms.
But oh boy, when they woke up, they were surely in for a treat. Grayson's eyes fluttered open to the sound of his bedroom door slamming, and for a split second he assumed it was Y/N storming out and leaving him. He quickly sat up, only to see something way worse in front of him - his mother. Mrs. Dolan had her arms crossed and her narrowed eyes set in a glare fixated on the pair in bed while she hovered, and it was then Grayson realized that he had been spooning Y/N. He presumes in the middle of the night subconsciously, they found each other's way back into each other's comfort. It was natural for them, he guesses.
"Mom, what are you - fuck, it's too early for me to deal with this," Grayson groaned, rubbing his eyes groggily. "What do you want?"
"What do I want?" his mother scoffed. "I want to know why my son is in bed with his maid. Wake her up."
"She's not my maid, she's my girlfriend." Grayson glanced over at the sleeping girl, who was beginning to stretch out each limb as she began to awake from whatever pleasant dream she had. He hoped whatever she had dreamt of was just as beautiful as her. He turns back to his seething mother and sighs, "Can you at least wait to bombard us when we're fully clothed and not half asleep?"
Her eyes widened as she shrieked, "Oh my God, did you guys sleep together?!"
The volume of her voice was the final push to wake Y/N up, who was now startled and alert as she gasped for breath, "What's going on?"
Mrs. Dolan pointed a shaky finger at the young girl and shouted, "Get out of my house, and consider yourself fired."
Grayson immediately stepped in, "She is not fired, mother, she's my employee."
"Your employee who I pay."
He rolls his eyes at his mom's smirk of satisfaction. "Actually, I've been paying her with my own money. Haven't you noticed the money not being withdrawn from your account? Now stop acting so foolish and leave us alone."
"I am not acting foolish! Young man, you know you are not allowed to date this girl, you are going to marry someone else," Mrs. Dolan warned, eyeing Y/N to watch her reaction but sighed with disappointment when she realized the girl already knew. "Iris would be so upset if she knew you were intimate with another woman."
"Iris? Her name isn't Irene? Hmm," Grayson snorted, finding his mother's horrified reaction to his response hysterical. "I don't mean to be blunt, mom, but I don't give a shit about Iris. The last time we met she seemed like a bitch, and terrifyingly unintelligent."
Y/N found herself gripping the blanket she was holding around her body, trying desperately not to cry from humiliation and shame. She never wanted so badly to dissipate into thin air, removing herself from the situation entirely. If only Grayson would have let her gone to her apartment...
"Grayson Bailey Dolan, you are being incredibly disrespectful," she spat at her son. "You are to break up with your girlfriend... maid... whatever she is to you, at once! I still can't believe you guys went to Paris together..."
"Yeah?" Grayson's eyes were full of challenge, and Y/N wondered how he could act so dauntless in such a time like this. "And who's to say we didn't up and elope in France? A divorce is not the same thing, mom. It's much more difficult than a simple break up."
Mrs. Dolan looked as though she wanted to faint. "You guys got married? Please tell me this isn't true..."
Y/N eyes were now gawking at Grayson, running over the blatant lie in her head. She knew he said it to piss his mother even more. She whispers over to him, "Grayson..."
"When your father finds out about this, he'll be more than livid," Lisa quivers, thinking about her husband. "My God, Grayson? Don't you realize what he would do? He's already not happy about the-"
"I don't care about what my father thinks either!" Grayson snarled. "I don't care what anybody thinks! I love Y/N, more than anything and I'll be damned if I let you guys take her away from me. Cut me off? Go ahead, it'd be my fucking dream-"
"I'll go," Y/N stops his incessant ranting, and begins to rise from the bed.
"What?" he gaped at her. "No, you're not leaving, Y/N, my mother is. Leave, mom."
"I'm sorry Grayson, I'm obviously not wanted and I think we let this get too far," Y/N starts to cry softly, not paying attention to the woman who was now sighing in relief. "We're... we're so different, and we're obviously not meant to be. I'm sorry, I'll pack my things and go."
Grayson quickly grabs her wrist to hold her back. "Y/N, no! You're not breaking up with me, not because my mom told you to!"
Y/N shook her head and pulled herself from his grip, now standing on her feet. She repeated herself, "I'm sorry, I have to go..."
"It's for the best," she hears Mrs. Dolan comment as Y/N flees from the bedroom, running down the hall to her own room. She could hear the faint shouting in the background of her name, but she tries her best to ignore it as she packs up her belongings in a hurry. She pulls on a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt, accidentally stuffing Grayson's LV shirt into her bag. Something to remember him by.
Y/N descends the staircase with her items carefully, accidentally running into Ethan. He simply gives her a cold look and an indifferent greeting of "hello" before running up the steps. Cameron, standing at the front door, gives her a sympathetic smile and says, "I'm so sorry this has to happened..."
"I'm sorry, too," Y/N muttered, moving to push past her.
Cameron quickly grabs her by the arm to stop her. "You're a really sweet and innocent girl, and you shouldn't get caught up with a guy... no, with a family like ours."
Y/N feigns a smile before chuckling bitterly, "I'm really tired of this family telling me what they think is good for me."
Cameron was about to reply when she was interrupted by Grayson's sudden presence, shouting Y/N's name and running down the stairs. Y/N spun around and ran in the opposite direction, out the door and now going towards the awaiting cab at the front. Grayson persisted in chasing her, but was soon stopped by his own twin brother, Ethan, who was now holding her back.
"Just forget about her, dude," he whispers into his ear, and Grayson's teary eyes watched her get into the cab and drive away, off of the Dolan property for good.
He pushed himself off of his brother, enraged and obviously frustrated. "Fuck you, fuck all of you."
His mom appears in the room now, an emotionless expression on her face. "Grayson, your father wants to see you in his office."
On the other side of town, where Y/N had her items repacked - once again - she cried for hours. Days, even. This hurt worse than the first time she was separated from Grayson, because this time she was actually in love, and she knew the truth. The truth about everything. The very truth that was the reason why she couldn't be with a man like Grayson Dolan. She couldn't let herself become the reason his life goes to shit. Being the reason he was disowned by his family, or worse. Being caught off and forced to start his construction business - what if it wasn't successful? And what if Y/N's schooling didn't go well? That for some reason she flunked all her classes and was thrown out? They both would get dead end jobs that didn't pay well, and eventually Y/N would end up pregnant. She would have to quit her low-paying job to take care of the baby, and Grayson would have to take a second job to pay for the bills and extra family member. This would increase his stress levels, urging him to resort to drinking for happiness - something Y/N wasn't giving him anymore. And then the turning to other women for a distraction...
"Okay, Y/N, you need to stop laying around in bed and crying over some rich dick," Sam groans, bursting into her roommate's bedroom. Over the past few days, she had gotten the gist of what happened - minus a few details here and there scribbled out. "I'm taking you out."
Y/N rolled over on her side to eye her friend, who only seemed to don an innocent smile. Now, her and Sam weren't best friends - acquaintances is a much better term. They just didn't connect on a personal level... Sam doesn't necessarily have common sense, nor does she have the capacity to regard human emotion. She's just not the first person Y/N would turn to in a time of crisis, to summarize. But they got along well enough to be roommates, and neither one of them ever had those moments where they wanted to rip each other's eyeballs out.
"Sam, I don't think I can..." Y/N sighed, shaking her head.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Come on, Y/N. Summer doesn't last forever, and all you've been for a majority of it is either working or scouring for a job. I'm not going to let you spend the rest of it in such a depressive episode."
It took about an hour of convincing, but Y/N finally agreed to let Sam take her out to a local nightclub - IDs not necessary, as her dear roommate was friendly with the bouncer. So, Y/N dressed herself in a nice, short and simple black dress with matching heels, and used makeup to hide away her painful longing for a certain Dolan billionaire. The club, on the far side of Weldon, was already crowded but the pair didn't have to wait in the long line outside. They were immediately let in, and by the way Y/N's stomach churned at the sight of drunken strangers grinding up against each other on the dance floor, she was beginning to regret her decision. If Sam was planning to set her up with a hookup of the night, she's got another thing coming.
Sam dragged her moping roommate over to the bar, ordering two margaritas. Y/N rarely drank, but maybe she should let loose tonight. Perhaps being slightly drunk will help her endure the dreaded night ahead of her. Once finishing her drink, Sam pulled her onto the dance floor where, luckily, there was still a little bit of room for some personal space. Y/N felt out of sorts, but she managed to sway her hips along to the music and tried to blend in as much as possible. Suddenly she felt a pair of hands on her hips, making her squeal and turn around to curse out whoever was touching her without consent, when her eyes widened in shock as to who it was.
"Joey!" she spoke in surprise, now feeling a little awkward - considering how they left things. "Um, hey, what are you doing here?"
"Same as you, just having fun," he grins charmingly at her. "How have you been? We haven't seen each other since... well, you know."
"Yeah... about that, I'm so sorry about what happened," Y/N tells him apologetically, trying not to think about him.
"It's cool," he shrugged. "How are you guys, by the way? I've heard some word on the street you two had some sort of fling together?"
She chewed on the bottom of her lip, feeling her heart sink. "Uh, it wasn't a fling, it was a relationship... which we sort of broke off recently."
Joey looked at her with confusion, and the next thing he said was, "Really? I was told it was just a one time thing, just a drunken mistake."
"Who told you that?"
"Grayson Dolan," he answered, now a sorrowful expression on his face. "He, uh, told me about it at a meeting last night. I personally didn't believe him, but he insisted it was nothing more than a one night stand."
Fuck. Y/N felt tears blur her vision, and her throat went dry. "Oh."
"I can tell it meant so much more to you than to..."
Everything around her went silent, and immediately Y/N spun around and ran towards the bathroom across the club, feeling sick. She's only had one drink, but the illness could easily be blamed on the information she just learned. Grayson was telling people they weren't a thing... an unimaginably painful thing to hear. After throwing up into the toilet, she fell to her knees on the dirty tiled bathroom floor and sobbed, not caring about the strange looks she received by passing women who gazed curiously into her opened stall. She had absolutely no idea where Sam went, but now she didn't care anymore - she just wanted to go home.
Cleaning up the remnants of vomit on the sides of her mouth, Y/N still felt her stomach ache, as it usually does whenever she threw up. It had a connection to her stomach sensitivity issues since she was born, but she has gotten used to it by now. She reapplied her lipstick, unsure as to why since she was already planning on leaving anyway, and strutted out the door, immediately running into a hard body. She lets out a grown before looking up, feeling the pain in the pit of her stomach grow at the sight of the last man she ever wanted to see.
Grayson's hardened gaze immediately softened at the sight of Y/N, seeing her in a slightly frazzled state - but she still looked beautiful. Y/N finds herself staring too long so she snaps herself out of it before pushing off of him, acting as though he was some stranger who got in the way. He might as well be.
"Y/N!" he shouts after her, and she continues to walk away. He easily catches up to her, maybe she wanted him to approach her, and grabs her gently by the elbow - not flinching when she gives him a harsh glare. "What are you doing here?"
She wanted to tell him it was his business. She wanted to say that she was dancing with Joey, a man he hated and who told her about what Grayson told him. She wanted to pretend she was find, that her life went back to the way it was without him in it. But she couldn't. She just couldn't.
"Trying to forget you," she admitted, ignoring the pathetic way she sounded. "You know, since you've clearly forgotten about me."
"How could I forget you? I fucking love you, Y/N," Grayson told her with an evident frown. She truly had no idea how much he had missed her since she left, a gaping hole in his heart that simply couldn't be filled. "You're my Bambi."
"Then why did you tell Joey that I was just a fling?"
His eyes immediately narrowed into slits at the thought of that pestering bastard. "You saw Joseph? He was here?"
"Yes, we were dancing," Y/N spoke, now in a quieter tone. "I'm an obvious wreck over what happened between us, and he noticed, but when I informed him of our relationship, he told me what you said. I was just a one night stand to you, a meaningless fling."
"Of course you're not a meaningless fling, baby," he tells her through gritted teeth, trying to get over the "dancing with Joseph" part. "I just told him that because my... my parents want me to lie about us. They don't want people to know I had 'an affair on my fiancé.'"
"So you went along with it?" Y/N was disgusted.
"I also lied to protect you, Bambi... if people found out about us, it could get you in trouble and I don't want you involved more than you already are," Grayson assured her. "But no matter what, I'm always going to fight for you."
"Going along with what your parents say isn't fighting for me," she pointed out.
"I've actually been giving my parents absolute fucking hell for what they're doing to us. It's been bugging the shit out of my father, but I don't care anymore," he said. "I'm pretending to do what they say... or try to comply with their rules until I found a way out. I..."
"You what?"
"Let's go somewhere private," he tells her, then grabbed her hand and led her to the end of the hallway where the private lounges were. He must come here often, she thinks to herself, since he knows the routes so easily.
Grayson closes the door behind him, urging her to sit down on the white leather couch. Y/N still felt slightly queasy but managed to shake it away in order to listen to her ex. He sits beside her and sighs to himself before confessing, "I've secretly invested a load of money into the construction business I'm planning to start next year."
Y/N's ears perked up, her mind unable to believe what she just heard. "You... you did?"
He nodded, unable to contain his smile. "I'm planning to start the business where my academy is located, since it's far from here and less likely to be discovered from my family. Once it sets off, and I'm sure it will since I already have awaiting clients, I'll cut my entire family off for good and wait for you to finish school so we can live our lives together, unbothered by these heathens."
He leaned his forehead against hers, something he's been yearning for the past few days. His hands pressed against her smooth skin along her arm comfortably as she soaked in the words that just left his lips. Y/N just couldn't believe it; he took that step of defiance, an act of bravery no one will ever recognize... except hers, of course. She was over the moon, wanting to freak out right now but her stomach was still tied in knots and so she simply pulled him into a tight hug and whispered into his ear, "I'm proud of you, Gray. What are you going to call the company?"
"It's going to be our initials together," he tells her. "And I know such a commitment is equivalent to getting a tattoo, but I'm confident that you and I are going to last forever."
"Really?"
"Yes."
Grayson couldn't help himself now; he latched onto her soft neck, placing his head into the crook to leave beautiful marks on her skin. He hungrily kissed her everywhere, pushing her dress up to reveal her black laced panties. He practically moaned at the sight, making Y/N giggle, and he pulled them down to her ankles before placing his head between her thighs and pressing a kiss against her wet folds. She tugged on his hair at his flicking tongue, the pleasure replacing the dull ache she previously felt as let out gentle cries of his name. She thought she would have felt better when she came, but she didn't. Instead, her stomachache increased, and by the time Grayson finished she had a pounding headache.
He looked at her quizzically. "Are you okay, Bambi?"
"Mmm... not feeling... too good..." she mumbled, feeling something start to rise in her throat, and soon she started puking... this time, certain red substance in the projectiled liquid.
"Jesus, Y/N!" Grayson cried, pulling the lightheaded girl into his arms. "You didn't... shit... you didn't fucking drink anything, did you?"
"One margarita, why?" she questioned.
"My father owns this club, Y/N," he tells her, sucking in a deep breath. "And has full control over the ingredients in the alcohol."
Y/N attempted to stand up, but quickly fell back into his arms. He quickly grabbed her, picked her up, and started to walk towards the exit in an attempt to bring her to the hospital. However, the moment he neared the door to the private lounge, it opened to reveal Joseph and some random girl.
"Get the fuck out of my way, Joseph, Y/N's sick," Grayson spat, his eyes momentarily flickering over to the girl standing beside him. She looked familiar. "She needs medical attention."
"Oh, I'm sure she does. I ordered Sam to put a little something, something in her drink," the boy smirked. "Your father told my father to recruit me in solving this... little problem he has been dealing. You see, the youngest heir to the Dolan Estate was fooling around obsessively with some lowlife maid, and he was tired of you acting so reckless."
Grayson's blood boiled inside of them; yes, the alcohol served was already contaminated with poison, but these two heathens spiked Y/N's drink to speed up the process.
Sam laughed at his infuriated expression and spoke, "What a moronic excuse of a woman, anyway. She was annoying, constantly moving in and out of the apartment and unable to get a proper job. We were never close, the bitch never realized the 'shitty' boyfriend I constantly cried about was Joseph."
"Hey," Joey pouted at her light diss towards him, then replaced it with a smirk directed at Grayson. "I had no issue in taking control over the situation, especially after the mess you two left at my restaurant."
"I don't have time to deal with you fuckers anymore!" Grayson barked, attempting to move past him but Joey immediately took him off guard by punching him square in the jaw.
Wind taken out of him, Grayson fell to the floor, along with an unconscious and dying Y/N. Joey quickly climbed on top of him and started flinging cruel, violent punches, shoving the girl further away from them. Sam had left the room by now, uninterested in the entire festival of battery right now. Joey was about to throw another punch at Grayson's throat when the beaten man finally grew some sense and stopped the assault, easily pushing the blonde off of him and began to attack him in fits of rage. He ended up knocking him out within a matter of seconds, and afterwards he quickly crawled over to Y/N, laying on the floor and praying she was okay.
But it was too late.
That night, Y/N Y/L/N had died from intoxications in her body from the short amount of alcohol she consumed. Grayson cried relentlessly onto her still chest, so much so he didn't hear the sounds of loud sirens and screaming from the main room in the club. But soon the private room he was sulking in bursted open, with numerous police officers surrounding the perimeter. Grayson slowly stood up, raising him arms in surrender as the swarmed the room, eventually waking up Joey who looked confused as hell to be arrested. They went to go wake Y/N up but Grayson beat them to it.
"She's dead, she's dead," he cried, unable to vision anything now with the amount of tears in his eyes.
One officer stood up and carefully walked over to the restrained Dolan. "What happened?"
"Her drink was poisoned," he explained through sobs, gesturing to a handcuffed Joseph who was now resisting. "He did it. He just confessed his crimes to me."
"I didn't do shit!" Joey yelled, then yelped in pain while getting tased.
The officer rolled his eyes, "We've already confiscated the security cameras, which we'll be reviewing. Now, sir, state your name and relation to the girl."
"Dolan, Grayson Bailey Dolan," he chimed, feeling his breathing soon begin to get difficult. "And that woman right there was the love of my life."
In the upcoming weeks, life was hectic and disastrous for Grayson. Somehow, some way, the police was tipped off about Mr. Dolan's shady business dealings - a lab in France detected harmful substances in their famed alcoholic beverage, and immediately recalled it. They raided everything under the Dolan name, including the club where the lingering horror resides. Mr. Dolan was sentenced to jail for approximately thirty years, no parole, whereas his wife stood trial and pleaded with the judge that her children - especially Grayson - had nothing to do with the crimes. She received ten years for assisting in the intoxication, and Ethan and Cameron only received five years.
Grayson did not receive any jail time.
While the town of Weldon was under multiple investigations, Grayson hosted a funeral for Y/N. Her devastated father attended, as well as some of her other distant relatives that she never spoke of to him. While he watched her family mourn, he couldn't help but feel an immense guilt - no matter how many times it was told to him that he was not to blame for her death. Her father was kind, overworked man, who wished he could have seen her one last time. That he wished he didn't ever try to convince her to not pursue her education - but was glad she did. Even though if she hadn't, she'd still be alive today...
Grayson's construction company was an extraordinary success. Y/N's Constructs Co. was helping him acquire as much wealth than the insufferable family business he was tied to. However, he decided not to drown himself in the money. He lived in a smaller but decent sized house, one that he built himself, and donated a large sum of money to charities, as well as Y/N's father. He saw the older man often, considering she was buried in her hometown's cemetery, and they got along quite well. They both find comfort in sharing how isolated their lives have become since Y/N's passing, but they know that she wouldn't want them to live a life filled with despair, guilt, and darkness. She'd want them to move on.
It's been two years now, and Grayson is swinging by the downtown area to pick up some extra tools. The adorned and flirtatious smiles thrown his way by women are ignored; he simply couldn't fathom himself sharing a relationship with another woman other than Y/N. He's just not ready yet. But as he continues on, he passes by a locally owned children's shop filled with Disney toys and antiques. He finds himself sparing a simple glance, planning to move on when something catches his eye. He stops in the middle of the sidewalk and drew himself closer to the window, his eyes darting towards a familiar stuffed animal sitting on top of a carved wooden table, used as promotion to lure happy-go-lucky kids into the shop. The stuffed animal was a deer. But not just any deer.
Bambi.