Chasing His Substitute Lover Back Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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

Or had she merely been a convenient, low-tier substitute filling a vacancy until the true master of his heart returned from across the ocean? Chloe turns off her lights, determined to force herself to sleep before the high-stakes qualifiers tomorrow. But as darkness fills her bedroom, the ghost of Lin de Wu's smile haunts her thoughts. If she was just a substitute, then every touch, every kiss, and every midnight lesson on the track was for another woman. With her focus completely shattered, how can she possibly face Jin Chen on the asphalt tomorrow, knowing that the Demon CEO's gaze is already fixed on someone else?

While you were married to another woman, no less! “That is none of y—” “My business? We’ll see. Sign that paper.” I shook my head. “Show me the bag or this ends here.” He smiled. Then, with a flick of his wrist, two men moved forward to pick up the body bag. “I’m bored, Whitehill…” he said, moving toward his car. “Come fetch when you’re ready to act like a man, not some lovesick fifteen-year-old mooning after a girl who’s moved on.” He paused as if considering what he just said. “Guess she really moved on now, eh?” he laughed.

“What if you’re chasing the wrong woman? what if i am nothing but a mere shadow of your wife” Stephen let out a small, pained smile. “I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my life, Alena, but this isn’t one of them. There’s only one you in this world. I’m not chasing your face—I’m following my heart. I feel it when you’re near, when you smile, when you cry. You’re the only one who can stir my soul like this.” Alena closed her eyes, overwhelmed by his words. She wanted to believe him, but her heart and mind were at war. “I need to go,” she said, her voice trembling. “Rose is waiting for me.”