Chasing his rejected wife Novels & Stories

Thinking of these, he was in a trance. “I...I want a divorce...” she said. Alpha’s eyes deepened, and then he looked away again, with a playful look on his face: “Why, you don’t want me to marry you, do you?” "No." She shook her head quickly: “How can I be worthy of you? I am... I have offended others.” Suzan explained her situation in detail, and then said cautiously: "Do you know Mr Elon? I want to ask you to tell me. I don't want to marry his son..."

I whispered, my gaze fixed on the city lights flickering like stars in the distance. This time, nothing would stop me. Not her. Not Sebastian’s guilt. Not even fate itself. I had come too far to lose now. Sebastian’s voice was reluctant, his gaze shadowed with hesitation. But the words had already left his lips, and that was all that mattered. “Fine,” he finally said. “But you’ll start small.” Small. I could work with small. I let my lips curve into a gentle, grateful smile, the perfect picture of a devoted wife wanting nothing more than to support her husband.

With a heart heavy and my spirit crushed, I knew I had to escape from the house that had once been my sanctuary, now tainted with jeers and the weight of shattered expectations. Running away would be so much better, leaving behind the only life I had ever known, in pursuit of a fresh start, a place where I could finally belong, and where my wounded heart might find solace in the face of the deep scars left by Alpha Jacob’s rejection. As I tentatively stepped into the small, dimly lit living room of our modest home, the harsh reality of my rejection still fresh in my mind, I was met with a chilling picture. Mocking sneers adorned the faces of mother and younger sister. My mother, Clara, a wom

I murmur, my voice lower now, heavier, my eyes dropping back to the paper in my hand like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded. My fingers tighten again, the edges creasing under the pressure. “I lost them.” The words hit harder. Because they’re not just words. They’re truth. My chest tightens painfully, something sharp sitting under it now, something I can’t push down no matter how hard I try, something that doesn’t fade, doesn’t move. The kind that doesn’t pass, the kind that sits. Because this isn’t just about finding out he’s mine. It’s about realizing what that means.

Geoffrey asked coldly. "Geoffrey Carter, there is a limit to my patience. I won't repeat this: if you dare continue harassing her, I won't take my time to warn you next time. The way you attained your success today will be the same way you go back to having nothing. You might even end up in jail for the rest of your life," Christopher said. They glared daggers at each other. Geoffrey clenched his fists, fury burning in his eyes. "You do know that she has a husband, don't you? Are you actually interested in a married woman?"

"Fine. But before I go, I need you to tell me what you want. I'm tired of aiming to make you mine. I'll respect your decision. Just tell me what you want." No, no, no, no. Not yet. I still wanted some time to think about it. I couldn't accept him right now. As well, I didn't want to reject him. Well, if I said no, that didn't mean he'd let go of me. I had rejected him a couple of times, so there was no doubt he wouldn't give up on me if I rejected him now. "I'm not ready yet," I said. "I've—" He cut into me with a scoff, and exhaled. "Alright. No problem. I guess I'll end this chase here. You aren't the only woman in the world after all. With time, I'll get rid of my love for you," he blurte

It had gotten so bad that the investors had wanted an answer or else they were going to pull out of the company, my uncle being the cunning person he had always been dropped marriage as the only option or I leave the company. I took it. "I'm sorry for ruining the party but can I have a dance with my wife?" I said breaking what I had considered a lengthy conversation that should end. "Oh, that's fine, she's all yours." He said leaving Sophia's hand. "I just hope she knows the truth." He said and smirked. I felt like molding his departing figure into a vase. "What is this about?" She asked as she let me move her to the rhythm of the music. "I hope you haven't forgotten our agreement." She adde

I spoke up and his face turned sour instantly, I don't even know when he reached for the remote control from my laps and switched off the Tv. "If you're given a choice and you don't want it, by my little brain I know it can also be rejected. Therefore, when the time comes I will reject whatever mate am given that isn't an Omega. It's either an Omega or none; I don't want to deal with shits thereafter."Chase retorted bluntly as he got out of bed, as he walked past me; I tripped him. He fell on his stomach and I hurriedly shuffled out of the room in a laughing fit.

she scoffs, almost offended by my question, and I wave it off, clutching my backpack to my front as I fidget on my feet. “Did something happen? Is that why you were trying to avoid me?” she asks, her voice an octave lower than it was a second ago, and I sigh, my eyes staying glued to the white tile of the bathroom floor, unable to meet her probing gaze. How can I tell her I was humiliated and rejected by the person I thought had feelings for me like I did for him? “Chase rejected me,” I murmured, and she gasps in shock, her feet quickly shuffling over to me.

“Get off of me or I'll scream!” Chase ignored Rui and said in a low, husky voice, “Listen carefully, Rui… You are my first and only woman. And on top of that, I love you. That's why from the moment you ran away, I searched for you. So you can forget about those assumptions in your head because we're going to get married tomorrow!” The moment she heard that they will get married tomorrow she felt extremely stressed and tried to get away from Chase. But in her panic, she bumped into his muscular arm resulting in her nose bleeding.