Chasing Rejected Wife Novels & Stories

She stepped back when he held her by the shoulders, distrust was seen in his feminine gaze, which once again, looked at him from head to toe, of course she doubted the truthfulness of his words, she even doubted that this man was completely sane. "Let me see if I understand: you need a wife to collect an inheritance, and the best way you found to get her... was to hold a chase in the middle of the street?" "I'm sorry for that, but, I need you to understand me, I..." "No, sir, it's you who needs to understand me, have you lost your mind? What on earth makes you believe that I will accept a contract that binds me to a man I don't know at all? What makes you believe that I will marry the guy wh

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.

Voice low, he warned over the phone, “Phoebe Reeves, if you do anything else against Harper, I won’t hold back.” Then, with a press of his long fingers, he hung up. He threw the phone onto the desk, mood unsettled. His gaze fell on Harper’s workstation, a question forming in his mind. A few days ago, she had told him that her reason for marrying him was to take revenge on Phoebe and her relatives. What kind of audacious act had Harper committed to be so rejected by her family? How had she endured such humiliation every time? The more Chase thought, the deeper his eyes darkened. He couldn’t understand why he was so infuriated.

Grey I'm standing in the living room of my second mansion, with my body seething with rage. I stare down at the phone in my hand, my grip tightening around it. The picture of my wife, Caroline, Callie, and me at the restaurant is plastered all over the internet. #Grey Grand, the Billionaire CEO cheating on his wife with her fraternal twin# #He’s a cold, cruel human being# # Cheating with her twin? That’s horrible#

he slouches his shoulders. "Turns out she just has a talent for leading people on. But no harm done, it's not like I love her or anything. I wanted her, she didn't want me. End of story." Jax demonstrates with his hands. He and I both know that's not the end of the story. The two of us are too determined, too driven to give up on anything after the first try. That's why I know that he'll keep chasing my wife's crazy friend until he gets her. It's the way we're both wired.

This was the desperate plea of a pathetic father and she giggled venomously. “So you’re doing this because of your son?” “No, not because of him— I just want to set things right and make everything good.” I replied and she turned around, like looking at me was an eyesore. “Tell me, why did you reject me? You vowed in front of the whole pack to love your mate, wait for the right one and accept anybody the goddess gave you but you reject me without giving two thoughts about me, WHY!” She asked, her voice painstriken.

“Maybe I just enjoy watching that woman fall apart.” Chase narrowed his eyes. “Sounds personal. Do you have a grudge against her?” “I haven’t forgotten the time she rejected a deal with one of my subsidiaries in MariLand. She said my company wasn’t ‘worthy’ of working with her.” Chase broke into loud laughter at his brother’s confession. “You’re insane.” “As far as I remember, you’re the only one in this family who plays by the book. Chris and I—we’re nothing like you, Chase.”

"Helping me? You're delusional, Chase. Are you forgetting that I have a husband? You did crash my wedding reception, so I am sure that you know that; maybe you are just forgetting that important fact. I love my husband, Chase, I love the family that Adrian and I are building together, and you have no right to interfere with neither my marriage nor my family." Chase's expression turned cold and calculating, the mask of charm that he had on slipping away for a moment. "Oh, I know," he said with a sneer. "That's why I sent a little message to your beloved husband, using your phone. It implies that you've eloped with me. By the time they figure out the truth, we'll be long gone."

Chase not only stunned Jeanie with his slap, but he even stunned the other shareholders. “You scoundrel, who are you? How dare you slap Miss Shuhman?” One of the shareholders who was close to Jeanie got up and scolded him. The rest of the shareholders also glared at Chase. However, Chase said calmly, “Quinn is my wife. I’m already being very kind by just slapping her once for wanting to dismiss her.” Jeanie let out a growl before pouncing on Quinn while making threatening gestures.

The question threw me off balance; her clever deflection forced me to try another tactic. She was indeed a clever woman; I would give her that. But I need some answers to these questions that have been plaguing my mind lately. I couldn't seem to shake off the words of Chase from my mind: "... Valentina Wilson is my legally married wife. And I'm her second chance, mate. We have a son who attends the same school as your son." The words never left. It kept haunting and assailing my thoughts. The person who could ascertain the authenticity of Chase's claims was standing before me, and I couldn't afford to whisk this opportunity away.