Is Chase Elliott Married Novels & Stories

He raised his head to glare at me, an eyebrow raised. "Liza, why are you shouting my name? Being married to me doesn't still give you that right," he chided, and resumed working on his papers. "There's a problem. What do we do?" I ignored the jab and instead showed him the post on my I*******m feed, with over fifty thousand views. A video dated early last night of Cole, my husband frantically kissing one of his numerous flings. He stood up and grabbed the phone from my hand, repeatedly playing the thirty second video.

When he arrived, he peered through the tiny window into the room and was somewhat taken aback to see Gerald inside. "What is he doing here?" He asked himself in a whisper. Having not yet entered, he was still on the outside, peering in. Gerald was happily feeding his grandmother, and his grandmother was also happy. However, he is not happy to see this scenario. Chase used to feel overjoyed whenever his boyfriend had a good relationship with his grandmother, but now he doesn't. Instead, she feels sad and annoyed because it seems like Gerald is also cheating on her grandmother. And he does not understand why he is still doing this, knowing that he is secretly cheating on him.

I remember staring at her pale face, thinking it was my fault. Now here we are. And if she didn’t open her mouth and talk, if she kept pushing me with that stubborn silence—God knows I would have finger-fucked her right there just to break her pride. At least then she’d understand I’m not the kind of man who plays gentle games. Sooner or later, she will learn the truth about the man she married. My phone buzzed. My assistant’s name lit the screen and I answered immediately. “Sir, a few people in Chicago found out you’re married. Do you want me to die down the news?”

She couldn't reveal herself and ruin everything they had planned. "Excuse me," Elise said, walking past her and Kayden. Elise spotted Ellison on the other side of the hall, dressed in a stunning tuxedo. "My, my. You're indeed handsome," Elise fixed Ellison's tie. "All the women in this room are looking at you. Say, you're still a bachelor, right? Why don't you make some acquaintance and go on dates?" Ellison chuckled lightly. "I think that Jessica's legs aren't crippled at all. I've checked, the bones are normal. The media said that she injured her legs while crossing the road,"

My mind is still a mess. If she didn’t know that trap at the time, then why did she agree to date me in the first place? It doesn’t add up. The condition I set—no marriage—wasn’t just unusual; it was almost a challenge, a barrier meant to test someone’s sincerity. Most people would have walked away without a second thought. But Angela stayed. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t argue. She simply… agreed. I replay every interaction we’ve had in my mind, every word, every glance, every touch. Was there something I missed?

The lady smiled as she glanced at Samantha, who wore an equally bright smile. Señor Emilio ignored his wife and turned back to Brandon. "Marriage is not a game, son... especially when it involves Amery." Brandon scratched his eyebrow in frustration. "The divorce papers are already signed, Dad. Besides, Amery left without taking a single cent." "Oh, at least that provincial girl has some pride," Señora Carmela chimed in. "But is she just trying to gain sympathy? Oh, I hope she doesn’t spread rumors that we treated her poorly."

Particularly since he knew damn well that Aiden did not reciprocate my feelings, that he saw me as merely a friend of the family, someone to be endured and be polite to during the few times we met but nothing more. I knew where his heart lay. With Elisa Harding, the stunning beauty with brains to match who was his childhood friend, school mate and now his co-worker. So, when Julian had asked Aiden to get married, I'd assumed, much to my dismay, that Aiden would ask Elisa to be his wife. But Julian had thrown in a wrench in his plans when he'd stipulated that Alden many me 00

"Don't tell anyone, but I am actually getting married in a few days. The date and everything has been set, and I'm just waiting for my husband-to-be to come back home and start a new life with me." "Are you serious?" I acted all surprised and excited for her while cringing on the other end of the line because I didn't know how to burst her bubble without hurting her. "Yes!" She squealed. "The name is Elijah. I'm sure that you know who he is since I saw him in the newspaper that you two are working together." "Ah... You don't mean Elijah Houston, my ex-husband, do you?" I chortled. "Wait -" She cleared her throat. "He's not the same guy that you were telling me broke your heart and got someon

Josh opens my side of the door, and the flutters of the cameras filter inside, capturing every moment. Ethan gets out of the car, rounds it, and stands on my side, offering me his hand. I need to find a way out of this. Suddenly, he grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the car before I can come up with something. His arm wraps around my waist, forcing me to stand beside him, letting the cameras capture us—side by side, together. “ Mr. Calder, we heard Mrs. Calder and you were having issues in your married life. Is everything better now? ”