Chase Rutherford Novels & Stories

Despite hearing Sebastian and Rosalie walk in, he didn't even bother to look up. "Hello. You must be Rosalie Griffin. My name is Chase Garfield, and I'm sure you've heard of me before. I came here to talk business. There's a contract on the table, so you'd better sign it. My time is very precious," Chase said arrogantly.

Chase says. "Well, I have been watching Mrs. Stone. I am her security guard as well and in charge of her security. I must admit that Mrs Stone was a big inspiration in my life to become a lawyer. I hope I can work for her one day instead of you, Sir. However, I will always help out with your security. I will ensure that everybody is safe, even if I become a lawyer. I will not allow anybody to come close to your family because you have been very good to me and my mother. I am glad you can accept that Sarah will be part of my life and not fire me for it. I must admit that I was apprehensive about being fired by you because of being with Sarah. Now that I know you do not care, I can relax as lo

Chapter Three Arilyn We were here. Riverside was slightly bigger than Green-Hill. The first thing I noticed when we stepped off the bus was the large initials 'R.U' engraved at the top of the building, framed by an intricate crest of a soaring eagle and crossed laurel branches. The university's emblem seemed almost regal, imposing in a way that reminded me this was a new beginning. The car ride has been around one hour, but it felt longer. I had waited outside my house for Logan, hoping he'd come say goodbye. He never showed. I kept checking my phone, expecting at least a message, but nothing came. Eventually, I left without saying goodbye.

However, recently he had been aloof, returning home late, evading discussions, dismissing me with reasons. I grabbed my phone and called his number. No response. I tried again. Still nothing . A chilling discomfort lodged in my stomach. Finally, at half past 12, the sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the house. I jumped up, my heart hammering as I rushed to the foyer. Sebastian stood there, appearing effortlessly polished in his fitted suit. His tie was untightened, his dark hair a bit tousled, like someone had just run their fingers through it.

Or pounce. “Miss Ibe.” A smooth, amused voice called from behind a wine crate. “Are you always this... devastating?” I turned to see Chase Carter, tall and grinning, a playful glint in his dark eyes. Chase was a luxury hotelier and real estate a magnate who owned a chain of high-end resorts and boutique hotels. He was known in elite circles for his charm, discretion, and ruthlessness in business. He had recently collaborated with the Blackwood’s family empire for a business deal.

Its rough edges grounded him. Chase reached the doors and paused. Without turning around, he spoke one last time. “Decide what you are, Noah. Because I’m done watching you disappear.” Then he walked out. The doors slid shut behind him, and he was gone. Noah didn’t move. Life swirled around him, ordinary, relentless, but he stood frozen, looking down at the puck, and turning it over in his hand. His thumb ran along its rough edge and memories flooded in. His first practice, his first goal, the locker room banter with Reid and Mason, the cold air filling his lungs, the sense of control, however fleeting.

Chase answers everything in full, unhurried sentences, and he is so composed, so entirely different from the person who showed up at my door two mornings ago with a badly knotted tie, that for a moment I genuinely wonder if I imagined the last three years. Then the interviewer smiles and tilts her head and says, "We have to ask about the graduation moment. The internet is very invested." Chase smiles back. It doesn't reach his eyes, but it's a good smile, the kind that photographs well. "People love a spectacle," he says. "There's been a lot of speculation about your relationship with Vivian Ashford. Especially now that, well." The interviewer gestures vaguely at the general context of his n

I told him while packing his things into his bag. "You know, if you want I can look for a buyer for your house. I can't still believe that you're Brad's and Chloe's Rutherford daughter. I've been invited to their dinner functions there, years ago I know the estate. It's a beautiful one." Patrick told me, brushing my arm lovingly. "You would? Oh, thank you! It's just that I haven't got the time for anything but Brenton lately." I held out my hand to Brenton's.

Call me crazy because I am. Chase.