Chasing His Substitute Lover Back Novels & Stories

Her teeth clench, her eyes blazing. "You stole him from me! I should be his wife, not you!" "That's not true..." My voice is barely a whisper. "Oh, you of all people know it's true. If you hadn't come along, none of this would be happening. So, do yourself a favor and just divorce him." She glares at me, her voice dripping with venom. "Kairo is mine." Ding. The elevator chimes, and Faith steps out without looking back. I struggle to follow, each step heavy with betrayal.

"Aren't the players worse?" "Players eventually get bored and settle down. They might actually become devoted because they've seen everything. But a man who has someone else in his heart will never give you his whole soul. No matter how loyal you are, or how much you love him, you can never compete with a memory." She looked me dead in the eye. "You don't want to be a substitute, do you?" "No," I whispered. "I don't." "Exactly. Love is a fragile hunt. The more you chase, the more they run. If you two are just using each other for an itch—fine. Consider it a freebie and move on."

Chase wouldn’t register in any case; he was so focused on fucking Camilla he didn’t even notice when Mason injected him with the heroin-cocaine mixture. “Enjoy it while it lasts, Chase boy.” Fucking drugs cost him a small fortune. But in the end, it will be worth every Dollar spent when Chase gets put away. What a shame he would have to get rid of Camilla though. Although, what he really wanted was Christine. Just thinking about her got him hard. He could just picture her underneath him, her milky skin under his hands. He would have her in every position. But of course, he would have to get rid of Chase’s brat first. There was no way he would raise a Ward.

Afterall this is what he wanted, a war. Since he couldn't get what he wanted, he chose to be Manipulative and have it in a different way. "The ball party is tomorrow, I heard he'll be shipping his newly stolen goods a day after the ball party. I think we stand a better chance." Chase announced and they all looked up at him. "What's up with your girlfriend's new father?" Chase eyes battled at the question Waylen had just pump out which was way out of the line of the issue at hand. "What?"

I was quite literally stunned and froze in place. “Chase has known my entire life we were mates, and he’s suffered more than you could possibly imagine because of it. He’s 24 years old and terrified to kiss or fuck someone else because he knows it’ll hurt me. But he’s waiting, he’s waited for me because he loves me more than he loves himself. He has to fake it just so people don’t think he’s gay. He pays women to act like they’ve slept together just to please other people and keep up his appearances. He always puts me first, he’s not going to screw some she-wolf at the pack knowing I’d hear about it. Knowing I’d have to live around her … and it would kill me,” she spat, tears in her eyes.

He was nothing like the man she'd had a deep conversation with that night at the club. The mysterious man with a sexy physique that made her lady part pool. The one who made her knees weak and made her ache for days due to how much sex they had that night. The one who gave her sleepless nights. No, he wasn't that same, man. "Noted... Chase," he nodded and leaned back, enjoying the next course of breakfast. "I hope you get used to pretending to love me even when it's obvious you need the slightest excuse to shoot me." His rich velvety voice dropped an octave lower as he fixed his gaze on hers. "Just don't fall in love in the process."

“I still saw the love in your eyes and I could tell that you wanted me as much as I do but you held back. You can't deny it kia, your eyes betrayed you.” I swallowed a gulped of saliva. I could remember that very day. The tension, the closeness. I almost gave in. “That’s nothing,” I said quickly. “Don’t be deceived.” But my body reacted anyway. A traitorous warmth low in my belly. “It’s something,” he murmured. “And I want it again. This time real. I’ve missed being inside your tight pussy.” My breath hitched. “Stop it, Leo,” I said, gripping the edge of the table. “I can’t fall for your cheap talks.”

"You like it right, it's just me that could make you melt like this right? You like me inside you?" My arms went to his shoulder and grabbed hard on him, "Yes, oh yes, I like it when you are inside me," "So tell me, who owns you?" "You the beta..." "Who do you love most?" "You, the Beta" "And who will you spend the rest of your life with?" "You, only you, the beta that I love." I pushed my body up and smashed my lips against his before the air from his words fanned my lips. "And you Stacy, are my rejected mate that I would keep chasing till my last breath." He groaned before we both reached our climax, our bodies collapsed on the rooftops as our eyes went up.

“I’m not done here.” A pause. “You saw her. You talked to her. What else are you looking for?” “Everything she didn’t say.” “That’s not how this works.” “It is now.” “Colin, you don’t even remember her. You’re chasing something you don’t understand.” “I will.” Silence stretched between us. “Come back,” he said. “We’ll handle this properly.” “I’m already handling it.” “You’re making it worse.” “Then let me.” I ended the call before he could say anything else.

“Of course, it is still running…..do you have a big scoop for me?” “Yes, a big scoop indeed… I want you to post some news tomorrow morning.” “Hold on, let me get a pen and paper.” This took a while “Alright, I am ready now.” “Bran gets stuck in a love triangle with his wife and her secret lover at a party of popular influencers.” “Wait, what?? Bran? Bran Garner??” “Are you taking this scoop or not?” “I am sorry, I just was not expecting the main character of this scoop to be your husband’s nephew.”