Chasing His Substitute Lover Back Novels & Stories

So I wished and chose to leave it all, to leave him and start all over. Even that wish couldn’t be granted unto me, here I am, back to where I left, back to where I said I wouldn’t come back to, back to the same man I hated and despised for what he put me through. And then sometimes, I ask myself, “Do you really hate this man?” “ Or is this your way of putting up a front to cover the fact that Bran has always been the man you love, loved and would continue to love no matter what happens?”

He knew Ryan was a ruthless businessman, but he thought he had changed. Kneading his brows with his fingertips, Ryan answered, "I am chasing her back because I love her, but it wouldn't be back to attain a greater position through her. It's a win-win for the both of us. I get to give her the love she has been clamoring for, and I get to enjoy her father's wealth and resources," he let out nonchalantly, causing Casper to snort. He was utterly dumbfounded. Ryan was more desperate than he thought. He wasn't really chasing Lexi back because he wanted her. It was all for her father's wealth.

I returned one before pulling him in for another kiss. This was truly a wonderful night and the best time of my life. I didn't know what the future hold but what I do know is that I was no longer His Substitute Lover. I was now his wife, Stella Valerio.

And yet, even at this pinnacle, there was an ache, a hunger, that refused to be sated. I stood motionless, a glass of whiskey cradled in my hand, the weight of it grounding me in this moment. The ice cubes clinked as I tilted the glass, watching amber liquid swirl like liquid fire. But my mind was miles away, spiraling through memories I’d buried deep beneath layers of ambition and ice-cold resolve. Sebastian. His name was a ghost that refused to fade, a whisper laced with the sting of betrayal. It still had the power to ignite something volatile inside me, a mix of love, hate, and the burning need for revenge.

“Let’s begin again.” And under the quiet stars, we stood together— Not who we were. But who we’d become. The End. Thank you for reading Chasing His Ex-Wife Back. New story Alert. Synopsis; In a world where possessive and powerful men rule, they can be arrogant, ruthless, and cruel. This world, Emily Greenfield exits in.

There and then, Ivan vowed to do everything within his power to get back his daughter and her mother, the only woman he loves. Ivan sat in his room, cursing himself for being a jerk four years ago. Now, he had lost a lover and a beautiful daughter. “But why didn't she just spill it and tell me she was the one? I would have loved and treated her very well. Ahhhh! I've learnt my lesson the hard way.” He was determined not to give up yet. He drank cold beer and he thought a woman would make him feel better. He grabbed his phone and sent for Stacy.

The cake stains were long gone from the bedroom floor, but the memory still lingered like a bad smell. He knew exactly what he was doing. This wasn’t about Allie. It was about me. Chase had spent years chasing my shadow on the ice, always number two, always second best. Now he saw his chance to twist the knife. Steal my girl. Make me look like the fool while he played hero. Classic Ryder move smirking from the sidelines until he could strike.

She just tilted her head, the smallest motion, almost sympathetic, if sympathy could look that much like satisfaction. “Is that why.” The words came out of me before I’d fully formed the thought. “Is that what this is about?” Adrian followed my gaze. I watched his jaw shift, watched something soften in his face that had never once softened for me in three years of marriage, and I understood everything in that one unguarded second. “She’s back,” he said. Quiet. Almost reverent, the bastard. “Vanessa’s back.” “You’re leaving me for a woman who left you first.”

"A contract? You’re selling me off? Why not Laurence? He’s the 'golden son' you’re always bragging about." My father finally looked up, his gaze icy. "This marriage was originally meant for Laurence. But Laurence is stuck in London. The Montefalcos won't wait. So, you are going to be his substitute. You will marry the girl and play the part for one year until your brother is ready to take over." My jaw tightened. A substitute? I was being used as a placeholder for my own brother. The insult stung more than the marriage itself. "And who is the lucky girl?" I asked, my voice dripping with venom. "Is it Aria? That mousy girl who followed me around like a lost puppy in freshman year?"

could. She shook her head slightly. “You can’t expect me to just step back into something that broke me.” “I don’t expect that.” He paused. “I just want the chance to build something new with the same person.” Her breath caught. She turned away before he could see the effect of those words. That night, she couldn’t sleep again. Not because she was angry. But because she was remembering. The good parts. The way he used to make tea exactly how she liked it when she worked late. The way he would sit on the kitchen counter and talk to her while she cooked. The way he used to look at her like she was the center of his world. She had buried those memories under layers of hurt. And now they were r