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Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

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Ellison stood by his grandmother's hospital bed, concern crucki, his stoic mask as he watched her breathe

through the Oxygen mask.

His phone's vibration broke the sterile silence. A message lit up his screen-his eyes sharpened with recognition

as he read it. He then sent a one-word response. [Yes]

The speed of his reply caught Joycelyn off guard. Wiping tears away, she typed with trembling fingers: [Could

you pickup? We need to talk.]

His terse agreement felt like salvation. Maybe a marriage of convenience wasn’t the worst option.

She had barely sent her location when her phone died, taken by either rain or drained battery.

‘If he comes, I'll marry him,’ she decided. If not, be it.

As Ellison moved to leave, his grandmother's fragile grasp caugh him.

“You stubborn boy,” Isolde Grant whispered.

“I didn’t mean to worry you, Grandma. I've found someone-were getting married tomorrow. No more stress,

okay?” His voice held rare tenderness.

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Hope flickered in Isolde’s tired eyes. “Really?” She struggled to sit up.

Gently easing her back down, he tucked her blankets close. “Really, I'm going to get her now. You'll meet her in

the morning.

Rest now

“Promise you're not lying to me

“Never.

The world knew Ellison as ruthless and driven, but for his grandmother, his patience was infinite.

After briefing the nurses, he grabbed his keys, ready to head out

“Mr. Grant, there’s a Category 3 hurricane today. It wouldn't be fe for you to drive, the bodyguard reported

promptly, stepping forward as he saw Ellison preparing to leave.

“It's fine.” Brushing off his warning, Ellison left for the parking lo

His black Maybach cut through the storm like an avenging angel driving toward its destiny.

Fierce wind battered Joycelyn’s small frbeneath the bus shelter, She clung to her suitcase, the tempest

offering no real protection.

Fear of missing Ellison kept her rooted despite the need for better shelter. Rain haguered the roof like buckshot

while trees thrashed in the gale.

Just as despair settled in her bones and she was about to find another shelter, headlights pierced the darkness

and a black car approached through the pouring rain..

The Maybach pulled up smoothly, Ellison stepped out, ignoring the storm's fury. Rain instantly plastered his suit

to his

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frame, but his focus remained on the girl before him-lost, hurt like an abandoned kitten in the storm.

“Get in,” he said simply, taking her suitcase,

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His voice cut through chaos. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks | thought you weren’t coming,” she whispered,

swollen eyes meeting his.

Though the storm had left her trembling, his presence sparked something warm in her chest, like dawn breaking

through the endless night. Her tears of desperation turned to relief, hope kindling in her gaze.

Seeing her drenched state, he took her icy hand. “Inside. Now”

She stared at his sharp profile, finding unexpected comfort in his grip.

The wind chose that moment to tear the bus stop sign loose, sending it hurtling toward them. In one fluid

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motion, he pulled her against his chest.

His body becher shield, steady and immovable. She felt his sharp flinch and heard his muffled grunt of pain.

“Are you hurt?” she asked, voice tight with worry.

“It's nothing.” Ignoring his injured arm, he guided her to safety.

Once he put the suitcase away, he climbed into the car, soaked to the bone. The sealed doors created their own

world apart from chaos.

“You must be injured. Letlook at your arm, she insisted, remembering the metallic crash.

“Hfirst,” he said curtly without much explanation.

The drive passed in tense silence, Joycelyn gripping her seatbelt like a lifeline. Forty minutes brought them to his

private garage.

“Here we are.” He lifted her damaged suitcase with his good arm

“Mr. Grant?” Her voice ccongested from the cold. “Shouldn't we discuss terms?” She stood by the car door,

her reddened

watching him with uncertainty,

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