Chase Young Wife Novels & Stories

Charlie huffs, "He made bale. He said he was on the way to the hospital to see his wife." I grind my teeth. If he thinks I'm going to let him see his wife after what he did to her he has another thing coming. "Great. Thanks for the heads up," I grumble through gritted teeth. At least he gave me a warning. "Sure thing," he says before hanging up. I look over at Dr. Chase, and decide to look her up. I need to find someone who is not her husband. She has to have some family somewhere.

“I wouldn’t want my future wife to feel uneasy.” I nearly gagged at the word wife. This wasn’t a marriage. This was a deal with the devil. And I had just sold my soul. *** I spent the rest of the day in a daze. Chelsea was furious when I told her my decision. "You actually agreed to marry him?!" she shouted, pacing back and forth in my office. I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Do you think I had a choice?" Chelsea threw her hands in the air. "I don’t know, Demi! Maybe literally anything else besides agreeing to marry the guy who just blackmailed you!"

"Well, the divorce papers have been found. Happened yesterday and after it was shown to the elders, I burned it. Today, I am going to say the sweetest thing to her. I can't wait to have my family back." Chase, who would have laughed at my public display of affection, smiled and clapped me in the back. "I can't believe I am doing this, brother. But I am sincerely happy for you. You bagged a beautiful woman. Fuck Jennifer for all she put you through." "Fuck her, man. She was the one who had the papers hidden." "I'd be careful around her even after this. She's a bitch." Chase wasn't lying.

"I am the daughter of the late Henry Williams. I am not a thief. I am a woman who escaped five years of emotional torture. I left a husband who cheated in our bed and stole from my father’s grave. Today, I am reclaiming my name." The room erupted. Questions were shouted from every direction. I answered them all with poise. I showed the bank records. I showed the photos of Jane and Damien. By the time I walked off that stage, the "Scandalous Wife" was gone. The "Rising Queen" had arrived. But as we got into the car to head back to the penthouse, Bryan’s phone buzzed. He looked at the message, and his jaw tightened. "What is it?" I asked.

She didn’t expect him to get this upset over someone he had been living with for only a year. “ This anger—-- I was right, after all. He’s in love with her and before he realizes it and leaves me for her, I must do something.” Tina subconsciously thought. “ Who disrespected my wife in such a way?” To Johnson and his grandmother’s surprise, the one who showed up to plead guilty was none other than Johnson’s cousin, Meredith. She looked at Alexandrine and back at her cousin and admitted, “ I was the one—------- I was the one who accidentally pushed your wife inside the swimming pool. I’m very sorry, Johnson.”

I concluded on a two seconds peak which soon turned into a long stare, and then a full shameless gawking. He looked perfect in his tailored black suit. His jet-black hair was styled to perfection. A young CEO and owner of different Romano Ltd companies. He was every woman's dream and as crazy as it sounds, this same good looking thirty-two-year-old wealthy man remains my contract husband till I give birth. "I shall take my leave now. Bye, mother." He called out, and the whole time he hasn't looked at me. As if sensing my gaze, he turned his head my way.

I noticed the consistent image of a woman and I recognized her to be his dead wife. A headline caught my attention. CEO FREDDY DESMOND LOSES WIFE TO UNKNOWN REASONS. WILL CEO FREDDY DESMOND FIND LOVE AGAIN AFTER FIVE MONTHS OF MOURNING HIS WIFE? IS CEO FREDDY’S WIFE REALLY DEAD? I narrowed my eyes at the last one. This man seemed to have a lot of paparazzi on his tail. Would it be good for someone like me? I checked through the recent pictures and noticed he had not made any appearance since three months ago when he was seen at a restaurant in Korea discussing with a lady. A blurry image followed the headline.

“A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.” “YOU’RE NOT MY HUSBAND! I’D NEVER—“ His hand instinctively gripped tightly around her delicate throat, exerting an immense amount of pressure that caused her to gasp for air. The intensity of the situation was palpable as her eyes widened in sheer terror, desperately seeking a way to escape his grasp as he pushed her head into the water.

The question threw me off balance; her clever deflection forced me to try another tactic. She was indeed a clever woman; I would give her that. But I need some answers to these questions that have been plaguing my mind lately. I couldn't seem to shake off the words of Chase from my mind: "... Valentina Wilson is my legally married wife. And I'm her second chance, mate. We have a son who attends the same school as your son." The words never left. It kept haunting and assailing my thoughts. The person who could ascertain the authenticity of Chase's claims was standing before me, and I couldn't afford to whisk this opportunity away.

Chase not only stunned Jeanie with his slap, but he even stunned the other shareholders. “You scoundrel, who are you? How dare you slap Miss Shuhman?” One of the shareholders who was close to Jeanie got up and scolded him. The rest of the shareholders also glared at Chase. However, Chase said calmly, “Quinn is my wife. I’m already being very kind by just slapping her once for wanting to dismiss her.” Jeanie let out a growl before pouncing on Quinn while making threatening gestures.