Chase Adams One Tree Hill Novels & Stories

"Oh wait— says here, he's engaged. How come I didn't get wind of this?" "You’re not exactly the type who fights to read the business papers in the morning, hun." His jaw dropped. "She's gorgeous!" I immediately turned the screen to me. Vincentio’s fiance looked like if Snow White was a real person, only with long black hair, designer clothes, and instead of being surrounded by dwarves, was accompanied by giant bodyguards. "'Lysa Hearst, the heiress to the clothing giant, refused to comment on her fiance's disappearance.' Hmmm, now that's suspicious.” Andrew scrolled through the page. “There is no more news about their engagement."

I give him points for that. "I set Chase up," Mason continues. "I brought Chloe there specifically to push his buttons. I didn’t know she’d be recording him, but I knew she’d push him over the edge. I’m the reason your grandson is currently trending under a hashtag that calls him unhinged. If you hire me, you’re putting the fox in the henhouse." I wave a hand. I don’t care about this Chloe. Or about any damn hashtags. "I don't entirely blame you for wanting to protect Natasha," I tell him. "Chase has been acting like a fool for years. He needed a shock to the system. You gave him one. Fine."

I’m trying to push back all those pesky feelings of disappointment as I make my way to my car when I catch a scent on the breeze, immediately recognizing it and snapping my head up. I stop in my tracks when I see Chase’s big white Ford Raptor truck parked beside my little red car, the man himself standing behind it, leaning on the bumper as he puffs on a joint. The cherry blazes bright with his inhale, tendrils of smoke curling toward the sky. “What are you doing here?” I blurt, completely caught off guard by his presence. Chase blows out a cloud of smoke, flicking the joint away as he bares his teeth in a menacing grin. “You said you get off at eleven. Thought I could help with that.” He wa

He took his time and walked down to the bottom of the mahogany stairs to his living room. “Who is telling me what, Adam?” Chase asked. “We lost her,” Adam said, shrugging. Chase gasped in surprise and asked, “What do you mean you lost her?” “We watched her leave the mansion, we followed her from a distance. Then suddenly on the highway junction there was a second car that looked exactly like her blue posh car and we just…lost her.” “Number plate?” Chase boomed, his brows burrowed.

Then the choice fell on classic 70s songs. 'I go out walkin' after midnight Out in the moonlight, just like we used to do I'm always walkin' after midnight Searchin' for you!' Patsy Cline's voice echoed through the car room, Jenna joined in singing by using the cellphone as her microphone, while next to her, Adam just glanced nonchalantly. Couldn't stop thinking about the behavior of someone he's only known for the past two days, the funny thing was that someone was going to be his wife for the next two years.

CHAPTER FORTY TWO. ONE YEAR LATER. "Adele!" A voice called from behind as Adele was heading towards the elevator. She immediately stopped on her tracks and turned around to see who it was. A wide smile spread on her face when she saw her colleague, Chase, walking towards her, smiling as well. Chase was a senior editor at the publishing firm himself and he was employed one month after she had been employed. Since they worked together on many projects, they had gotten quite close and many people in the firm thought they were having an affair.

“You need to step your game up before you lose out, Adi. Chris just showed up at her house unannounced. He even pestered her until he got her phone number at the store the other day while helping her shop.” Adrian runs his hand through his hair, clearly exasperated. He just had to deal with his bitch of an ex throwing a fit about Missy, and now he has to deal with his friend going after her. The poor man can’t catch a break. “I don’t know if I can. How do I even chase someone like Missy, even without a daughter? I have to put Hailey first, and if Monica hears any more shit about Missy from her sister, it might piss her off enough to delay signing Hailey over.”

She picked up a small knife and started cutting the apple bit by bit. As the TV series was playing in the background, the channel was suddenly changed and a female newscaster began to speak. Emily slowly raised her eyes. The people behind the screen of the newscasters looked very familiar. Jackson! As well as Amelia, standing beside him with a smile and waving their hands to the crowd around them. Rage started building up inside her. Her hands started to fist, and slowly her grip on the knife wasn’t tender anymore. “Breaking news!!: After the death of Emily Greenfield the heir to Image corpse and other of their enterprises, Jackson Timberlake takes over.” The newscaster said and Emily bit he

Ash had never seen her before but he could tell that she was a Landers due to the luxury she had on her. Merely looking at her, Ash could say this was not one like the calm Landers that he met, Daisy, who had him interrogated. This one was saucy, with an attitude. She looked to be the female duplicate of Ivan Landers. Ash wanted to ask who she was then he spotted her customized car plate, she was Katty Landers.

But this time, it was not too late. I glanced at the comments, and as expected, the tide had completely turned. [She actively sought out the James family for their wealth, and now she’s pulling this stunt and trying to frame the rightful heir of the James family. How disgusting!] [It turns out she’s just a maid, but her attitude sure is something!] [Does anyone wonder why, despite Madam James’s promise not to have any more children, Kimberly Scott, her biological granddaughter, suddenly showed up?] I had already looked into this matter long ago. I patted Mr. Williams on the shoulder then turned to Kimberly and smiled.