Chasing His Substitute Lover Back Novels & Stories

“Didn’t know you upgraded overnight.” His smirk sharpened. “Someone had to. Given the company I’m keeping.” “You could’ve kept better company with Miss Tall and Perfect in a hotel—which I suggested—but here you are, with me, after you drove her away. I was really shocked, Chase not banging a hot girl, saying he’s interested in someone else. That’s new.” “Oh, right, you eavesdropped.” He said. “Oh no, I didn’t eavesdrop. Thin walls, remember.”

Each breath I took felt like daggers in my heart as he glared at me with the familiar, cold and emotionless look. “Since you already know about her, I guess there is nothing to hide anymore.” He spat, bringing out a document that I hadn’t noticed earlier from his suit jacket. “She is my first love, the only woman I’ve loved and would ever love. You were nothing but just a substitute for her, I’m sure you can tell after seeing her picture. I’ve never loved you, Ava.”

Right now, I can't say anything, not yet. But I can make up for the lost time, I intend to. I don't even know how long this whole act is going to last for. But I know an easier way out. Matteo. The ginger haired guy that showed up claiming to be Tamara's lover. It was a lie. One I bought without even thinking. I need to find him. God. How could I have fallen for this cheap trick? I'd make him pay. My mind drifts to my mom. She's been too close to Chloe, oddly close.

He had to rein it in. Chase didn’t want to turn back into that callow youth of nineteen who’d fancied himself in love only to find it was a mirage. A fantasy. A dream built on air. He wasn’t in love. His heart was in a straitjacket, where it belonged. He missed Amaya and Tommy badly while he was away. But it didn’t mean he was in love with her. It meant he cared about her. It was a mild word, yes, but the way he felt about her was anything but mild. *****

Chase ignored his remark and brought out his cigar and lighter from his pocket to light it. "You seem to have an extra person here tonight with you, "The man said running his gaze over Sophia who was standing beside Valerie but cowered behind her at his gaze. He returned his gaze to an indifferent Chase. “I’d love to know where you got her from. Pretty innocent, quiet, smallish, perfectly submissive," Chase finally looked at him dead in the eyes. “I think you're suddenly interested in being in my bad books," The man cowered and gulped lowly with his flushed wife.

Chase reads the figures with Lily against his shoulder. Signs off on the server migration amendment with her fist wrapped around his finger. Asks three questions about the transition timeline that are sharp enough to confirm that whatever is happening in this office, his brain is still fully operational. It's extremely annoying, and a little bit impressive. Mostly annoying. I had a version of Chase Warren in my head. The one who took Natasha from me, only to turn his back on her. The one who ignored his pregnant wife at galas and stole a newborn from a hospital while her mother was unconscious.

"Would you? If you'd hurt someone you loved and couldn't even remember doing it, would you just walk away?" "That's not fair. You can't remember her. You can't remember loving her. You're chasing a ghost of a feeling." He was right. I knew he was right. But something in me couldn't let go. Over the next two weeks, I became obsessed. I hired people to tell me everything about those five missing years. I read through emails, meeting notes, journal entries I'd apparently kept. I built a picture of who I'd become, and I hated him. The Damien Cross of the past five years was ruthless, cold, brilliant, and empty. He'd sacrificed everything for success. He'd pushed away everyone who cared about him

"Tell me about it. I didn't hear this gist." "After Forester's first wife died on the day his second son was born, he made his his mind not to be with another woman. He was so in love with her that he couldn't even see himself married to someone else," He wiped the second to the last dish in the sink and carefully placed it into the rack. "Seventeen years later, his children convinced him to get another wife, seeing he was getting lonely after they all left for college. So he got married to Daneesha Cummings. Everything seemed rosy at first but one of Greyson's kids found out she was cheating and told his father. Forester then realized he had made a mistake by not forcing her to sign a prenu

he said quietly. "You have a funny way of showing it." She moved past him toward the garage, her shoulder brushing his arm in passing, the brief contact sending electricity through him that he had no right to feel. "Go back to Lisa, go back to your empire, go back to whatever was more important than our marriage, just leave me alone." "Racing killed Marcus Chen," Antonio said quietly, the words stopping her in her tracks just as he'd known they would. "It could kill you too."

I grunted and watched him shake. “I’m sorry, master. I just thought….” He paused, clearing his throat. “I suggest you try to win her over instead so she doesn't hate you.” He did have a point. “Find out who her man is, what he isn't doing for her, what he does for her. And everything about him.” I ordered and watched him nod. To get her to come back, I needed to take her lover out of the picture. Bribe him. Ruin him. Anything to get my desired result.