Chase Rutherford Novels & Stories

Everything is ready on the day of my wedding. But the bride, Adella Marlowe, is nowhere to be seen. That's when she texts me on my phone. Apparently, as a national shooting champion, there's a last-minute competition that she has to attend right away, all consequences be damned. But the next day, I see a social media post uploaded by Raiden Chase, the newest recruit in Adella's team. In the photo, I see Adella with one foot on a dead wild boar while propping her gun with a proud smile on her face. The caption goes, "I'm so glad to have a wife who's also a national shooting champion! Now, Grandma won't have to worry about her corn fields getting attacked by wildlife!" As I stare at the post, I just smile and leave a comment. "As expected of the champion whose heart goes out to the normal folk!" Adella quickly calls me the next moment. "Delete your comment right now! Also, stop being all passive-aggressive around me! It's just a missed wedding; must you be so snide about it?" This isn't Adella's first time leaving me at the altar. It's been two years, and every time she ditches me at the altar, she always has an excuse to do so. I just hang up on Adella without saying a word. She's right, though. This is just a wedding, isn't it? I might as well call it off once and for all.

Synopsis Ava: My sister Ivy was supposed to marry Dante Rossi. Heir to a billion-dollar empire. Cold, heartless, cruel, and terrifyingly perfect. He was perfect, she was perfect. Together, they were everything. But then the accident happened. Ivy died. I survived. And somehow, I became the one expected to take her place. Forced into a marriage with a man who won’t even look at me without resentment in his eyes, a man who promised to make my life hell for living. Abandoned by my family, and blamed for an accident I can’t even remember.  I was alone from the very beginning. Dante disappeared the morning after our wedding. After a night that made me believe that he saw me. Weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. And he was gone. ----- Dante: I never meant to come back for her. But I never stopped wanting her either. Right from the beginning, I learned to chase what I didn't want to protect what I wanted, because wanting something made it a target. ***** Three years later, Dante returns to the city with an aim, but the first thing he sees is a child that looks just like him. Can a marriage built on loss and blame ever become something more? Most importantly, Was Ava ever just a substitute… or a choice? There’s only one way to find out.

"Go after them! Don't let her escape, the mother and daughter must be killed." The sound of the chase continued to come from behind. The woman clutched her newborn baby in her arms and dashed forward. The thorns on both sides pricked her legs and bruised her body, but she could care less about that. No one can hurt her daughter, no one!!! However, the one chasing behind her was her husband, the most powerful Alpha in the wolf pack, how could she, a human, be his opponent? Looking at the cliff in front of her, she closed her eyes in despair. Suddenly, there was a "whoosh". A long, cold arrow cut through the sky. With a "poof" sound, the arrow directly pierced into the woman's shoulder. "Ah..." the woman screamed, fell to the ground, the baby in her arms flew out, and was hanging on the edge of the cliff. "Owwww, owwww..." the newborn baby girl cried out in pain. "No!" The woman exclaimed, ignoring her injuries and crawling over like a madman to get her back into her arms. "Elena, hand over this little demon, I will not hurt you." The powerful half wolf man with his army of wolves, stared down at her. "No, she's your daughter, our daughter..." the woman sobbed. "She is a demon, she will kill our wolf pack!" The man was cold-blooded and heartless. "Bastard!" The woman cursed and closed her eyes in despair, she had no other choice. Holding the baby girl, she turned around and jumped off the cliff.

At the Hunting Festival, Cynthia Whitefang flashes a stack of cash and demands that my mate, Simon Fenwick, become her bodyguard. "Just accept it, Layla." Simon flashes his fangs and tells Cynthia to get lost in a rude tone. Our son, Noah Fenwick, who's chronically poisoned by silver, waves his fists angrily as well to chase Cynthia away. But I just stare at the stack of cash quietly. Memories of a conversation I had overheard last week surge into my mind at that moment. That time, Noah was tugging at the hem of Simon's shirt while standing under a tree. "Daddy, can I keep pretending to be poisoned? That way, Mommy will keep giving me money to treat my poison. I wanna buy gifts for Cynthia!" he said coquettishly. Simon had replied dotingly, "Of course! But you must remember to never tell Mommy that I'm not hurt. Only when she's filled with guilt will she love us forever." It turns out that my husband is faking his injury, while my son is faking being poisoned. They've played me like a fiddle the whole time. I, on the other hand, have to risk my life time and again to earn money just to treat their imaginary illness and wounds. To think that all of my earnings are used on pleasing another she-wolf… I raise my head, soon meeting Cynthia's confident gaze. "Okay. You can have him."

I chase after Dean Wagner for five years while Graham Ashford chases after me for seven. When Dean marries Emily Caldwell, I finally say yes to being Graham's girlfriend. Graham is over the moon. He treats me like I'm everything to him, like he'd do whatever it takes just to make me happy. But Graham doesn't believe in marriage. Even when our daughter turns four, he still hasn't married me. He won't even let her call him "Dad". One night, I overhear him joking around with his buddies. "Your daughter's already four. You still aren't bringing your wife and kid home to meet your parents?" Graham taps his knuckles on the table and laughs. "You know why I got with Nora and had a kid with her. I just want to make Emily jealous. "Nora's easy to fool. She won't ever leave me, even if I never bring her or the kid home." He thinks he has me all figured out, but he doesn't. I turn and leave without a word, then plan to leave him for good. A man like that doesn't deserve my love. And he sure as well doesn't deserve to be my daughter's father.

Reborn as the long-lost Rogers heir, missing for fifteen years, I avoided every chance to bond with my two brothers in this family. When they tossed me Vivi’s discarded, ill-fitting gown for the family gala, I smiled and put it on. When they sent Vivi to get an elite education while ordering me to scrub the utility room, I picked up the mop without a word. When they let Vivi chase love and dumped her rejected suitor on me, I didn’t fight. I accepted her leftovers with a calm nod. This was all because in my past life, I had spent my entire life desperate for my brothers' approval, only to end up despised by everyone for it. When I died in the crossfire of a gangland shootout, my own son pushed my body away in disgust. "Mom, did you really waste your whole life on such a petty fight with Aunt Vivi? Dying for the family would have been a more dignified end. At least then you wouldn't have disgraced our name." I left this world filled with resentment, only to open my eyes and find myself back at the moment I first set foot in the Rogers estate. This time, I'm done fighting. The power, the name, the honor. I'm letting them have it all. I’ve already been accepted into a closed-door medical project. Soon they will never see me again.

Everyone knew I’d do anything for Lucius Falcone. I was his shadow, his most devoted follower… or, to be blunt, his lapdog. For three years, I trailed after him, indulging his every mafia-heir whim. When he went street racing at midnight, I was in the passenger seat, even when I was burning up with a 104-degree fever. When he was screwing some other woman, he’d call me to bring toys, and I’d show up, no questions asked. Finally, Lucius started to soften. Just when everyone thought I was about to finally get what I’d been working for… At the party celebrating his taking over as Don of the Falcone family, he showed up with some bombshell on his arm. He gave me a bored look and said, "You're dull in bed. Tina, on the other hand, knows how to get me off." The whole room was waiting for me to break down. Instead, I just gave a small smile. "Then congratulations to you both." Then I turned, walked out, and got on a plane to Paris. Lucius was already making bets that I’d come crawling back within three days. What he didn't know was that his mother had paid me five million dollars to do it all. The contract was up. The money was in my account. I was finally free to leave him and to finally chase my own dream in Paris.

Once a powerful heir, admired for his wealth, charm, and success, he had everything anyone could dream of until a tragic car accident changed everything. Now, confined to a wheelchair, he’s no longer the man people once adored. Instead, he’s a target for mockery, a fallen CEO who is left in the shadows, abandoned by those who once worshipped him. She, the neglected daughter of her family, has spent her life in the shadows, overshadowed by her perfect sister. Her family’s indifference fuels her determination to escape, and a chance contract marriage becomes her way out. Neither family cares about their opinion; this marriage is simply a means to an end. In a dimly lit room, the disabled CEO glares at her, "What do you want from me, woman?" She crouches beside him, her gaze focused on his injured legs. "Do you know your legs can be healed?" Unbeknownst to him, she is not just his wife, she is his redemption. With her help, his body heals, his confidence returns, and his rise to power begins anew. As the world watches in disbelief, the disabled CEO becomes the man they thought they had lost forever. Women once again chase after him, but there’s one thing they don’t know he is already devoted to his wife, the woman who stood by him through it all. "Sweetheart, meeting you was my greatest fortune," he whispers, gazing at her with love and gratitude.

“You must be fooling yourself if you think I would accept being mated to a filthy, wolfless omega like you. Let’s cut to the chase and get to it. I, Xavier, future Alpha of Crystal Pack, reject you as my mate.” Xavier said and threw me to the ground. “Pathetic!” With one last disgusted glance, he left the room. *********** Abused and disregarded by the entire pack members, her adoptive parents, and her twin sister, who loathes her. Ariana endured all of this, hoping for a better life when she finally meets her mate. But when she is rejected by the one person she has waited for all her life, Ariana is heartbroken and plots to escape and start a new life of freedom, but fate has other plans for her. When Alpha Arthur comes to trade for omegas, and Ariana is brought forward as the last omega, she discovers she has been given a second chance mate. Arthur, the ruthless Alpha King who doesn’t believe in love but sees it as a weakness to his legacy, and a fragile, wolfless omega who happens to be his mate and maid. Can these two ignore the pull that keeps drawing them closer? Can Ariana break through the cold-iced heart of Arthur and bring warmth into it? Arthur is related to Ariana’s painful past. Will she claim her rightful place as his Luna at Shadow Howl Pack or let the consequences of their past destroy her forever?

SYNOPSIS Falling for a man feared by the city? Becoming the weakness of a monster who never believed in love? Susan Mac never intended to be anything more than honest, but loving Gregory Hale was the most dangerous mistake of her life. Susan enters Greg’s ruthless world of elite clubs, underground power, and corporate dominance with quiet grace, untouched by his reputation and unimpressed by his control. To a man who has spent his life equating love with weakness, her refusal to beg, chase, or submit becomes an addiction he never saw coming. What begins as desire turns into obsession, and for the first time, Greg doesn’t want to let go. But love makes enemies. A discarded one night stand consumed by obsession. A jealous former ally craving everything Greg owns. A father who despises softness as betrayal. As shadows close in, lies are planted, scandals staged, and trust deliberately shattered. When fabricated infidelity ignites Greg’s violent instincts, Susan is forced to choose between the man she loves and the woman she refuses to lose. As betrayal escalates into bloodshed, Susan becomes the target of a final, deadly obsession, one that will force Greg to confront the truth he’s been running from: love is not weakness… it is responsibility. In a world ruled by power, possession, and jealousy, can a woman who values emotional safety survive loving a man built by violence? Or will this love, deemed unworthy from the start, be the one that destroys them both before it has the chance to save them?