LOGINThe door to the Crowdey family house burst open with a harsh groan, the wood scraping against the floor as if it resisted being forced aside.Chase shoved it harder, the hinges protesting with a loud creak that echoed through the silent hallway.Cold air rushed in behind him, carrying the tension that clung to his shoulders as he stepped inside, his grip still tight on the door handle as though the house itself had tried to keep him out.Mr and Mrs Crowdey were sitting on the dining table having breakfast, afterall it was still morning."Manner's Chase. I surely didn't raise you to cause chaos when entering places remember? You are a Crowdey and we move with pride, silence and….""Mother.." Chase quivered.Mrs Crowdey was still speaking when he interrupted her, making her eyes fall upon him. He looked different, sunken eyes, a heaving chest, red rimmed eyes and More."Oh dear." She stood up immediately. "What in the world happened to you. Is it business and where is Adele?" She looked
“I am sorry”. Chase immediately apologized to Hazel as his hands ran through his hair that slightly fell on his face. He was frustrated, the pouting reminded him of Adele, it was something she often did when she was puzzled or trying to act cute.The kind of pouting that made him hard, and he'd try to hide himself so she doesn't see.He fucking loved it whenever she does that, he always had this urge to grab her by her neck and kiss the living daylight out of her whenever she did that.He didn't like the fact that Hazel was doing that exact same thing.“Oh Chase, I am so sorry I made you mad, I am just going to go home, after all, I am done with filming”. Hazel feigned sadness, her voice coy.“No…no, it's my fault haze. I am here to make it up to you for that day. Let me take you home okay?” Chase sighed coldly. He was going to make everything right. Frank will finalize the divorce, he'd get engaged to Hazel.No matter how he thinks about it, Hazel was a good person, caught up in his
“Fuck!” Zain spat, lying on the cold ground, fingers trembling as they wiped the blood from his swollen lips. Pain radiated through his jaw, but he stayed still.Zain’s chest tightened as he looked at Chase and felt even more sorry than he felt for himself. He was unmoving, his back pressed against the cold marble floor. His eyes were open, staring blankly upward, yet they saw nothing.“I’m sorry you couldn’t love me the way I loved you, Adele,” Chase whispered, a bitter scoff shaking the edge of his voice.“Chase!” Zain said softly, the anger in his voice already dissipating. “She isn't worth it, okay? You need to get yourself together.”“You’re ‘Chase Crowdey’ the deal-sealer in business, the man who protects his family, who takes responsibility. You can’t let some girl make you go crazy! Do you understand?” Zain’s voice boomed, but Chase’s blank stare told him nothing had penetrated the haze.Chase hadn’t been sober since the night he decided to end his marriage with Adele. He’d be
Silence hung heavily in the room as Adele’s gaze drifted past everything, landing on nothing in particular. How could she face Chase when she wasn’t the woman he wanted?“Don’t be this heartless, Adele. Please… come with me to see your husband.” Zain ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched deep in the crease of his brow.Adele glanced at Tyler, his jaw tight and eyes narrowed every inch the man who didn’t want her to leave. Still, her heart ached for Chase, pulling her forward despite his warning.She rose slowly, hands instinctively cradling her belly, shielding the life within from the uncertainty that loomed around her.“I will call you, Tyler… let me go see him.” Her voice cracked, and tears threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes.Tyler only nodded stiffly. He couldn’t stop her, but a small part of him hoped she’d return disappointed, her heart heavier than before.Zain shot ahead, taking long strides, while Adele followed behind, her steps measured and deliberat
“It's over” Her voice broke before the words could fully settle. She turned away from the window, pressing her palm to her mouth, but the sound still slipped through.Tyler didn’t say a word. The silence on the other end felt tight, restrained and dangerous.Tyler was the second son of the Crowdey family, the one people spoke about in lowered voices.While Chase was calm and charming. Tyler was neither.Chase had always walked away with what Tyler wanted most. From positions to even the woman he adored.“It’s for the best, A.” His voice held no warmth.Adele bit her lips hard, trying to stop herself from crying. They had once been inseparable. Then she married his brother and Tyler stopped caring and disappeared.It was like he changed completely, he even left without saying goodbye to her.“I guess it is.” She said softly and hung up while nodding her head. Adele stared at her phone, wishing she hadn’t dialed at all. She had just thought things would be like old times when Tyler wou
“We are still married, and I am still your husband, Adele.”His voice was low and controlled.The way he said it made her feel as though she had asked for the divorce, like he was merely agreeing.Adele only nodded, her hand instinctively wrapping around his neck as he lifted her.Chase took her to the room and noticed her face was a bit red before dropping her on the bed.“You look pale,” he said, his hand already at her cheek to feel her temperature but she was perfectly normal. “Do you need me to call the doctor?” “I am fine”. Her words were a little harsh. His concern scraped against her nerves. Why pretend now?“Last chance A…If you don't tell me what's wrong, I will call the doctor or take you to the hospital right now!” His voice was stern; she knew he meant it. And she definitely didn't want him finding out that she was pregnant.Her fingers curled into the sheets. If he knew, everything would change and not in a way she wanted.“It’s nothing, honey ”She stopped.“I mean, Mr







