Chasing My Rejected Wife Free Online Novels & Stories

“I have never met your family and I think we will bond just right “ I wanted to reject outright, I wanted to tell her how they weren't fit to be called that and should be kept far away when she blinked before pouting her lips. “ Fine, nothing wrong could never come from it” A second sense told me to reject, to ask them to go back and not to assist, but I just couldn't refuse the bundle of goodness I had as a wife. After driving around NY for an hour, I let out an exasperated sigh when she flipped her head around. No matter how hard I had tried to call her my aunty, it just wouldn't come out, but Reina had beaten me to it. “ You must be Richard's aunty, you look just like him"

“You don't need to worry. Contact Mr. Freddy and set up a meeting. I will talk to him and see if I should go ahead.” He pursed his lips and nodded before dropping the files to do what I told him. I moved toward the desk and picked up the file. Flipping through the page, I read what Brian had written. He still knew how to play the games of business. Why did I even think of getting married to him again? After what he did? I dropped the file and went to my seat. I typed Freddy’s name on the internet and scrolled through numerous pictures. I noticed the consistent image of a woman and I recognized her to be his dead wife.

Ayla kept drinking, feeling the alcohol warm her body and numb her thoughts. Eventually, she started talking. She didn’t know why. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe she just needed someone to hear her. “I caught my fiancé cheating on me,” she blurted out, her voice breaking. “With my stepsister.” The man's jaw tightened, but he didn’t interrupt. "My wedding was supposed to be tomorrow," she laughed bitterly, rubbing her eyes. "And my stepmother, she said I was being selfish for calling it off. Said I should let my sister marry him instead, since they clearly loved each other so much."

“I am going nowhere. This is my room as much as it is yours. I am your wife.” There was some kind of amusement in his eyes as he stared intently at me. Just then, he cackled. “You do have a wild imagination, lady. You were my wife by force, not choice. To think you really took the title to heart. I don’t think I have ever come across someone as trashy as you are. Being rejected many times still doesn’t stop you. Now I understand why you and your mother are so miserable. You will never get anyone to want you as you desire.”

I said, emotionless. "Bar?" he asked, surprised. "Yes. This is my way of coping with your rejection," I said, pretending to give up. Let’s see, Chase, how long you can stand rejecting me. I am Shiela Marie Castillon, the woman who’s always chased after, and I’ll make sure to turn this situation around. Tomorrow when you wake up, you’ll be the one chasing me. I’ll make sure of it. No man has ever turned me down, not even you. So I won’t let this day end without getting you.

Chase was her only chance of redemption, but here he was acting like a woman instead. “You kidnapped my little sister…who do you think you are?” he told her straight. His sharp eyes were so piercing, but she didn't care as she played with his hair. She was torturing him and she loved it. She had never met a man who was so fun to tease, and Chase was that man. So muscular, and handsome that all she wanted was to claw his body. “I will never listen to you…you are a psycho”Chase said, glaring at her. She did something wrong, and he wasn't going to accept her as his wife. He'd rather die than be her husband.

“ After all this dressing, I’m just gonna sit here and wait to be called out like a dog? No way! “ he hmphed and crossed his arms aggrievedly. But regardless of his unhappiness, he didn’t leave his room rather he sat his round buttocks on his bed angrily as he waiting to be called. His phone buzzed , he picked it up and glanced at it, it was a notification of the most trending topic on newstip, a blog he followed. It’s headline: The most handsome Widower in the Elite party! This is a click bait Bash gladly fell for and wasn’t disappointed as he saw various pictures of Storm in his suit. His mouth dropped to the ground, he thought this man was handsome but this is just above human beauty, he

Louisa asked, getting agitated. "Chase, my name is..." Chase started to say, but before he could finish his sentence Louisa cut him off again. "I, Louisa solemnly reject you, Chase, as my mate." Louisa said, breaking her side of the bond between them. She now stood there tapping her foot as she waited for him to accept her rejection. She thought he would whimper at the pain and then run away like the low rank he was, but instead he looked at her and smiled smugly at her, like he knew something she didn't.

Her smile would brighten his day and he missed her everyday. Nevertheless, that was far from the reason he strongly opposed her rapid, unthorough decision to get married to Chase. Chase behaved as his name sounded. He was a woman chaser. It never seemed he would ever get enough of them. Chase had his addiction to women. More clearly, Chris knew Chase as a womanizer. A reckless womanizer, but he was too cunning to let it show.