Novel & Cerita Chase Young Wife

She went upstairs after that. After Sophia left, Chase rubbed his butt and asked Elliot, “What’s going on here? Who is that woman?” Elliot almost laughed when he saw the bruises on Chase’s eye. “Why are you being so nosy? Weren’t you shooting a film in Utah?” “I came back. Spill it. Who is that woman? Did they send her to you as a gift?” “No. Grandpa found her for me.” “Is she your wife?” Chase pointed at him, “Do you have a wife now? You disloyal bastard. Are you giving up on my younger sister?”

Chad knelt and asked for the small hand of Chelsey. "I know that we were both young for now, but I want to confess to you sincerely, my love... Chelsey, will you be my wife?" he asked sincerely from her. Chelsey's face turned to be all reddened. "Why are you proposing this early Chad," Chelsey was o surprised. She couldn't express her feelings. She was really shocked. She hadn't celebrated her 18th birthday yet and now Chad was proposing marriage to her. "We are too young," she said then pulled her hand.

She just lived and existed because she had me. That wasn't the kind of life I wanted for myself. Living in the shadow of a rich husband was like handing over a gun to a thief, believing he was going to protect you because he promised he would. Me and Damian’s case would be a perfect example of dejavu. Shivering at the thought of it, I walked into the house and went straight to the kitchen. “Hey babe.” I greeted, watching Tracey's mouth fall open at the sight of me. Her smile reached her eyes, and she wiped her hands off with a napkin before coming over to give me a peck.

This is what marriage should be—partnership, support, showing up for each other even in the mundane moments. When we get home, there's a car in the driveway I don't recognize. Derek tenses immediately, his hand moving to his phone, ready to call security. "Relax," I tell him, though my own heart is racing. "Crane is in prison awaiting trial. It's probably just a neighbor." But when we walk inside, it's not a neighbor. It's Derek's mother, sitting in our living room like she owns the place. "Hello, Derek," she says, not standing. "Vanessa. Congratulations on the baby."

He questioned desperately. Lena’s fingers curled into fists at her sides. “I don’t owe you an explanation,” she snapped. “You’re my wife!” he thundered, the veins in his neck tightening. “You owe me that much, at least.” “I was never your wife in the way that mattered,” she spat, her voice cold and cutting. The words hung in the air like poison. Grayson staggered back as though she’d struck him with a knife. “What… what are you saying?” He asked, confused for a split of second.

“What is it?” “I just got a report, sir. On Evelyn.” Every part of me tensed. My grip on the steering wheel tightened instinctively. “Okay…” I said, trying to sound calm. “Go on.” “A reliable source confirmed she was never married…” my PA’s voice crackled through the phone. “And the kids—sir, they’re nine years old.” My heart stopped. “Nine?!” I nearly barked into the receiver, but I caught myself just in time, lowering my voice to a whisper as my eyes darted toward Vanessa beside me.

I looked up at the woman I had become. This was Chase's wife, the wife who stayed at home living a life of leisure while he worked, this was the woman that loved him more than her last breath and this was the woman that looked up at him like he was her whole life in one picture. All I wanted to do was tear it all off, smear the makeup off my face and pull my hair out of the slick ponytail it was shaped in. But I had to do this.

Myra shouted, no longer able to suppress her rage. For the past two years, she had woken up everyday to see pictures of her husband with his arms around another woman. She could not remember the last time she was happy. He pushed her arm away. Before the door was slammed shut, he responded in a withering voice, “You should have known what you were signing up for when you first married into the Chase family.” Myra bristled and she froze in her place. Greta did not enter the study until after the sound of the front door being closed. She eyed Myra sympathetically as she asked, “Young Mistress Myra, are you alright?”

She was a good for nothing whore like her mother. “Sebastian—” “Isn’t he getting married though?” I cut her off, “The pictures of him and his Fiancée are all over my social media timelines.” Three days ago, Travis Sinclair announced his engagement and wedding plans. It was the final nail in the coffin of the information my friend found out. Besides, there was only one Travis Sinclair in the entire country who could own a black card. Everything led right to him. “Listen to me, you monster. If you do anything stupid, I am going to kill you with my bare hands.” She threatened but it was so cute I had to laugh. She tried to make her voice firm but it still shook.

Felicia frowned and looked at the cell phone that Vilia handed her. "Breaking news. Diego Coliin Harvey, the second son of the famous Collin Harvey family, was caught on camera dating a mysterious girl. Everyone is wondering, who is the lucky girl who has captured the heart of one of the most desirable men in the city, and blah... blah... blah." Felicia was shocked to read the words of the news report. She couldn't believe that the journalists had managed to package the news in such an interesting way. "Oh my God, how could that be! Diego and I tried so hard to escape that day. This is bad!" Felicia thought.