Chase Young Wife Novels & Stories

Jessy asked, hoping Chase had stopped his work and gone to sleep “Sir is still in the study room… Do you want to see him? “the nanny said and Jessy shook her head. “Get some sleep” saying that, Jessy proceeded to the left wing of the mansion where her bedroom was. She was sharing it with the chase. Now that she accepted him. She didn't know how to behave. Back at the wedding, he was caring. Even at the dinner party, Trisha prepared for Charlie and Chris. He was happy. She wanted to know what he needed. Something wasn't right “Stop it Jessy… time for bed” Jessy scolded herself from worrying…she was now Chase's wife. His legal wife. The only woman for him. Jessy smiled and pushed the door open

“His wife, his ex-wife, I mean. You both have the same fire, the same way of snapping at him when he crosses the line. Although, to be fair, she was even louder about it.” My stomach dropped. Wife? What wife? The word buzzed in my ears. “Wait,” I asked, stunned. “Chase… was married?” “You didn’t know?” Natalia asked with confusion laced in her tone. I shook my head. “No. He never told me.” She exhaled slowly. “Wow. That’s… surprising. I thought you knew everything by now.” “Clearly not.” I defended myself. “Look, I should not have said anything. Because that is not my story to tell. It’s his.”

“brother, look at the garbage you are married to. Brother Alex are married to the daughter of a racing team, they were only recently married but her family gave out grandmother a million-dollar bottle of wine and a car adorned with crystal. Your wife, on the other hand, is holding a stupid gift box that costs a few dollars but still dares to ask for money.” “That's right, Ivy. We're both sisters-in-law of the Willard family. It is a pity that you are the youngest daughter-in-law.” The person, who spoke is Vera Quinn, wife of Chase's older brother, Alex Willard, daughter of a respected family in Sun City. Although she got married to Alex, in her eyes Chase's talent, looks, and business value

That one day he might look at me the way he used to when we were still partners instead of husband and wife. But all the efforts I put in only bring me to this moment… The girl notices me staring. Her eyebrows draw together in a delicate little frown. It’s almost convincing. She leans closer to Chase, her voice dropping to a whisper that carries very easily across the quiet hallway. “Why is that pregnant lady staring at you?” she asks. “Darling, do you know her?” Chase turns his head. His gaze lands on me with no flicker of recognition or guilt. “I have no idea who that woman is,” he says. Calm, smooth and completely empty.

For a man as strong as Nix, he can be really soft. The subject of our evening conversation changed and we talked about Greg’s and Chloe’s three young pups. Their three young pups are very wicked, as Henry described them, just like Greg. Laughter would erupt in between our conversations as Soren and Henry poke fun at Greg. Chloe, on the other hand, enjoys the sight of her husband getting picked by his friends. Nix and I would often exchange glances and sweet words, I still can’t believe I can throw pick-up lines and cheesy lines. Then I smelled a strong scent wafting from behind me. It’s Luna’s scent.

“I'm proud of you Darius - for getting rid of this rag. Now you can comfortably let Vivienne back into your life, especially now that she's pregnant with your baby.” I snapped my gaze to the woman, as her words registered into my mind and gazed at her because surely I didn't hear her right. What? “Oh do not look so shocked. You have been sleeping around with different men!” She snapped. The remaining shred of strength, and hope I was holding onto crashed and shattered into a million pieces as I looked up at Darius, my vision blurry with tears. “What is she talking about?” I whispered, my stomach turning. “I was feeling guilty about this for so long,” Darius said, “but I guess that's unnecess

I never once regretted it. I had felt that way until I saw what happened in that chapel. My heart was broken. I regretted it. Fortunately, it was not too late. I still had a way out. I could still cut my losses. I would die on our sixth wedding anniversary as revenge for Olivia’s betrayal. I composed myself and opened the door. My son, Bryan Spencer, was standing there holding David’s hand. I had just witnessed my wife cheating on me with him. The sight of him stirred an immediate sense of disgust within me.

I shake my head, “Elanor married me because no one else would want her. I bet my dad is paying her off in a year.” Chad wins the hand, and we deal a new hand, “Lucy offered to match your dad’s offer and pay penalties. Let’s not forget that you wanted her during the auction.” “I didn’t want Daniel or his brother to get her,” I reply coldly. Chad nods, “So you doubled everyone’s bid? Allen and Daniel were not the only two bidding.” I sigh, “We were newly married. I needed everyone to believe we were in love.” “You looked in love to me,” Chad wins another hand.

There was no sound or movement except our breathing. But then Wyatt broke it by raising his hand, aiming for my cheek to wipe the tears. However, I brushed it away just when it was about to touch my skin. "Don't you dare to touch me with your filthy hands." I hissed, finally uttering something after I arrived at this place. My mind was blown away when I received the text telling me my husband was cheating on me, as well as the pictures of them lying on the same bed. Then, when I saw it directly, all I could do was cry.

he said almost in a whisper but I was able to hear everything that he said. “I don't know what you are trying to achieve with all these, Bruce. You are my ex husband and we both signed the divorce papers. Stop saying here.” I put my hands into my pockets as she blew it hot at me. I loved the way it was going, trust me. Very soon the young man here was going to abandon her and Run away when he found out that he was dealing with another person's property. “You signed the papers. What makes you think that I signed mine?” I asked with a deadly smirk on my face.