Chasing His Substitute Lover Back Novels & Stories

I flinch slightly, tearing my gaze away and turning toward Jodelle, who is leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, looking far too pleased with herself. “I wasn’t watching,” I mutter, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. “Oh, you definitely were,” she says, pushing off the wall and following me into the apartment. “You had that whole tragic love-story stare going on. All that was missing was some dramatic background music.” I roll my eyes, kicking off my heels and heading toward the kitchen. “I don’t have time for your commentary tonight.” “Sure, sure,” she drawls, trailing behind me. “You’re totally, one-hundred-percent haven’t moved on. That’s why you stood there wa

I dumped the tray in the kitchen and kept moving, out the side door, into the fresh morning air. I needed to get laid. By someone else. Someone who wasn’t Chase Hunter. Someone who could fuck him out of my system, scrub away the memory of his touch, his taste, his voice calling me his slut while he ruined me. I needed to prove to him and to myself that I wasn’t his toy. That he couldn’t pick me up, break me open, and toss me aside whenever it suited him. Because when he finally signed those betrothal papers(and he would, for the family, for the empire, for whatever cold logic ruled his world) this thing between us would be over anyway.

“Sir, if you don’t mind me asking… are you, uh, pursuing Miss Vivienne again?” I couldn’t help but chuckle at his curiosity. Brooks had been with me long before the divorce, so it was only natural for him to be invested in this. “Yes, Brooks,” I proudly admitted. “I’m chasing after Vivienne again. I’m trying to win her back.” “Well, I’m glad to hear that, sir,” Brooks replied, sounding genuinely pleased. “She was always good for you.” With what he said, I couldn’t help but smile widely. Brooks had been there from the start—he knew everything. He was the one who covered for me when I should’ve been there for Vivienne. Like that time on her birthday, instead of taking the time to buy her a gif

Disapproval oozed from him in waves as he watched my blunder and my cheeks heated from embarrassment, but I managed to right myself just in time to avoid disaster, mumbling an apology that was ignored. "Did you get the signed contract?" He asked, his voice deep, sliding over my ears like hot chocolate on a cold winter's morning and I had to suppress the thrilling shiver that ran through me. It wouldn't do to let him see how much everything about him affected me. Yes, I was hopelessly in love with him, but I didn't need a fortune teller to tell me my love was neither wanted nor reciprocated.

chills run down my spine the way my name rolls off his tongue, “do not harm Bianca out of jealousy. I demand that you remember your place as my substitute lover. That’s all you are to me…a contracted lover. Now, I have a fiancée. You are below me and her.” My heart breaks into a million shards. They fall into the dark void that hovers in my chest. I swallow my hurt pride and stare at him, nostrils flared as my breathing grows heavy. “...So from the very beginning, I was just a substitute?” I shoot the words out at him. He does not react, his expression barely shifting as he stares down at me. “What did you just say?” Soren counters, angling his body to face mine. “You always said you liked h

“The clubhouse have rooms for top players like me. “I just needed to pick one of them to follow me back. My balls must be blue or pink by now. Good thing this golf attire were loose no suffocation. I walk in poise. A MILF. Oh yes. A MILF. She spotted me and walked over— bold, feisty. I love that, mature and thick. Ready to be fucked. “I tilt my head slightly. She takes the clue and follows.” A few hissing behind me from other predators. But I don't care. “But just before I disappeared to the hallway, a loud moans from some other woman pierce through the air. “I stopped.” “Who the fuck is stealing the show from me?” My eyes find him. “The kind of man I hate.” “Machado fucking Lorenzo.” That s

Not even close. Not with the chaos circling around us. Not with all the secrets stacked between us. Not when I knew the truth. He loved Beatrice. Not me. And deep down, I knew he would do everything in his power to bring her back. To fix her. To save her. I hadn’t even asked about the child. The one he said she ran away with. The one who should have been his future. And me? I was just a substitute. A placeholder. A walking, breathing echo of someone else.

I have only cared about him and loved him. I know him and I know his story. They are a part of me now and I want to wipe his tears and be his light in the darkness. All I have ever wanted was him and not to explore the world. How could he not see that after all these years? “You are going to be punished for touching what is mine.” Stop calling her yours! My head banged with anger and if I could smack his face out of the shit he was saying, I would. “The event we are going together later in the day, Chloe will be replacing you. Go ahead and tell her about it.” He returned his gaze to the laptop and files he was working on.

“I’m even happy he’s finally getting his karma—and you’re that karma. But girl, you better pray hard because you might end up chasing someone who loved you but you pushed away. And by then, it’ll be too late.” Archie glanced at Tandre, who was now deliberately avoiding looking at Arwena.

" Yaxley came by with his slippers. He caught the last part. He plopped down in another chair. "Keep an eye on the Youngs and the Lamberts? Still hung up on Ms. Lambert? She's married and expecting, yet you can't forget your old flame? "I never pegged you for the lovesick type. Why'd you let things get to this state?" Chase had turned a seven-year relationship into a memory he could not shake. Chase shot back calmly, "You're one to talk. As if you're not stuck on someone who's gone. What's the name of your latest? Zara?"