Chase Young Wife Novels & Stories

Chase reached for her, grabbing her hips and impaling her on his twitching cock. “I love you I never want to be without you.” he breathed, watching her giving herself over to him as she moved on him, like a dancer, her back arched and the muscles on her stomach growing tighter with each stroke. “Oh Chase, I love you!” Christine cried, riding her orgasm until he exploded like fireworks inside her and she collapsed exhausted on his chest. Mason Pritchard slammed down the laptop screen. Chase Ward’s face was allover social media and on all the gossip and news sites.

As the country's most eligible bachelor, his marriage was a piece of heartbreaking news to many. This made the ladies who pursued him pressure the media to look for his wife. They couldn't help but wonder who the sly woman was. “How did she manage to get Chase to marry her?” “What method did she use?” “How does she look?” “Is she from a powerful family?” “Just who is that damned woman!?” Were the frequently asked questions in the Eno Group. This news was widely reported by entertainment media in the country, and with Chase, not responding is a sign of agreement.

"What's that supposed to mean? I'm Chase's wife! Do I need your permission to see my own husband? Keep this up, and I'll have him kick you off the team!" The mention of her being my wife made something snap in Sean. He lunged forward, grabbed her wrist, and roared, "His wife? I'm surprised you still remember that! You murdered him with your own hands, yet you dare call yourself his wife! Fine. You want to see him, right? I'll take you to him right now!" He hauled her deeper into the camp. She stumbled after him, trying and failing to break free. Finally, Sean stopped in front of a closed door. He shoved it open and said icily, "Chase is right inside."

"I'm going to meet his youngest daughter this afternoon. It's a date, and if this whole thing goes well, then I'll ask her to marry me." I burst out laughing. The joke was so ridiculous that I couldn't even imagine Chase getting married. Not saying this in a bad way, but, Chase is actually a womanizer. A women's dream man. I lost count the number of different women and girls leaving his apartment every morning, some crying and some storming out in anger after a good time with him. When I realized that he was actually serious, I stopped immediately and stared at him in shock. "No way." He nods his head at me.

I pressed the call button on my car’s digital screen, calling Chase. “What’s happening with you two?” he said without any greeting and sounded impatient with me. “We’re amending the contract, Chase,” I informed him. “What’s wrong with the contract? You agreed on it, and you signed it together,” he said. Leigh whimpered again, escaped from my embrace, and moved her head closer to the digital screen as if it was Chase. “You didn’t tell me my husband is rich, Chase! You kept that information from me.” Chase laughed. “And so?”

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. What's got you so upset anyhow? You've never given a shit about a pussy, and you sure as fuck haven't attached a name or a claim to one." He was right. I hadn't. My expectation for him to understand that-since I hadn't ever done it and did it now-ought to illustrate the importance of this particular female. Then I remembered who I was talking to. Chase had cheated on his wife the night before they got married. "Just forget it." I didn't have the energy to discuss any of this with my best friend. Chase leaned against my tool chest. I sensed him following me around my bay, although he never moved. "Man, you need to get yourself right before she gets you hurt."

He still had a smile on his lips, looking in remarkably good spirits. “Camden came at the perfect time,” he remarked. Harper closed the medical kit, looking at him with mock disapproval. “So even the mighty Young Master can be so childish?” Chase didn’t get angry. Instead, he grinned mischievously. “I’m already your husband, calling me childish for a few words?” “Who’s your wife?” she muttered under her breath. “I’ve got work at the hospital, lots to do,” she said again. “You’re not leaving.” Chase grabbed her wrist.

"You still want to stay with a man who cheated on you? I think there's something wrong with your brain, Grace?" I felt angry that he was cruelly dictating to me. He knew nothing about my marriage to Jhon, and suddenly, he showed up and made trouble with me. "Did you discover all the problems in my marriage with Jhon?" I asked with narrowed eyes. I didn't know the extent to which he knew the state of my household until he found out about Jhon, his nephew's infidelity. Chase smiled faintly. Just by the movement of his eyes alone, I could already guess if that man had indeed found out about the problems that occurred in my household. How annoying.

I feel grandpa’s hand on my shoulder, and he gives me a reassuring look. ​ We spread out quickly, and I start showing people pictures of Sloane, but no one has seen her. ​ “Have you seen this woman? She’s my wife.” ​ “No, sir.” ​ That’s the short response I’ve been getting. I spent an hour searching through the airport, and my private investigator had to mobilize every resource he could, searching the security camera. ​ “Sir, we’ve found your wife.” My private investigator’s voice sounds from afar, and I run towards him, panting heavily. She’s at the departure gate, but we don’t have any tickets. How are we supposed to pass?

The diamond studs in her ears caught the runway lights, flashing like warning beacons. "Your wife is at home, Ryan," Elara said. Her voice was not loud, but it carried perfectly through the wind. "She is in the kitchen. She is scrubbing the grease off the stove. She is the woman you called worthless and replaceable." Ryan shook his head, his eyes darting from Elara to the massive, gleaming jet. "What is this? Whose plane is this? Why did my cards stop working? I had to leave my watch at the restaurant just to get out of there!"