The Chase Elle Kennedy Novels & Stories

I made my way into the building and went over to the counter. After I placed my order, I tipped the waitress. I made sure it was huge, so she would give me all the information I needed. “Are those people a couple? The lady and the guy who just walked out of the building?” She narrowed her eyes on me and she smiled. “Aren’t you Ivy Chase?” She asked, giving me a knowing look. “You’ve moved on with Parker. Why are you still concerned about your ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend?” I felt so embarrassed.

Quinn asked him. “I thought she told you, she called me and told me to make sure Asher came to the party. And said make sure he brought his sister and that new girl.. what’s her name? The fucking hot one. The one you can’t stand man, that trashed your Hummer.” Chase snickered at that. “Hold on.” Quinn was confused. What was Finely playing at? “She called you and told you to make sure Asher came? And Em?” “Yeah, yeah Em!” Chase snapped his fingers. “Emerson! Damn that girl is something else. Have y’all seen that ass?”

“We’ve been tracking you since the breach. You’re coming with us, Isla Camden.” I hesitated. Liam nodded slowly. “She’s clean. Maddox is deep cover. We can trust her—at least for now.” I took the woman’s hand. Seconds later, we were airborne again, strapped into a new helicopter as the desert below faded into a blur. My heart hadn’t stopped racing. I looked at Liam. “What now?” He stared at me, exhaustion lining every feature. “Now we find out what you really are.” The woman glanced at us over her shoulder. “Dr. Maddox believes the chip contains the final sequence. Once integrated, it will trigger the awakening.”

As we approached, I caught a flash of red hair and saw a dark-skinned man seated at the table. But my focus was on the redhead. I recognized him. My steps slowed as realization dawned. No. It couldn't be. Then he turned fully, and I saw Challan's face. "Challan?" I said, stunned. He didn't look surprised to see me at all. Instead, he smiled warmly and stood, gesturing to the empty seat. "Alessandra James. Please, sit down." I blinked at him, my mind trying to catch up. "You're... you're the Primrose representative?"

I needed to plan how to find out his past. -- Driven by curiosity and determined to uncover his past, I agreed to work as his secretary. This way, I might find clues, and I'd also have my own money instead of relying on his grandma's. So here I am, stuck in the backseat of Kaizer Vincent Chuena's fancy car. Of course, he's rocking his signature irritated poker face. After weeks at the Chuena mansion, I'm convinced everyone in that family is allergic to smiling, except for their grandma.

Her fragmented memory became sharper as she spoke, and soon an artist was sketching the face of the woman who had haunted her silence for twenty-six years. The plan was simple in design, impossible in weight. If tracking this nurse failed, if Dubai yielded no answers, we would make the search public. Announce the Harrison Heiress. Offer a prize for information. We would drag the shadows into the light if we had to. But I remained behind. Rowan had left me a task—meeting with Malum Sutton, whose proposals to merge with the Harrisons had been constant and insistent. Letters we ignored. Invitations we declined. Yet the Suttons persisted.

"No Ryan. You never did." Chloe got out of the car. She was recording everything with her phone. "Mom... What is happening?" Elara looked at her daughter calmly. "For eight years you both thought I was a woman who couldn't cook steak." She stepped closer. "I am the founder and CEO of Hamilton Global."

She went upstairs after that. After Sophia left, Chase rubbed his butt and asked Elliot, “What’s going on here? Who is that woman?” Elliot almost laughed when he saw the bruises on Chase’s eye. “Why are you being so nosy? Weren’t you shooting a film in Utah?” “I came back. Spill it. Who is that woman? Did they send her to you as a gift?” “No. Grandpa found her for me.” “Is she your wife?” Chase pointed at him, “Do you have a wife now? You disloyal bastard. Are you giving up on my younger sister?”

The small strip of tape over his left eye was gone, leaving only a faint, razor-thin pink line that added a dangerous, rugged edge to his striking features. "I'm a photojournalist, Kensington," I replied, a small smirk touching my lips as I adjusted my strap. "I just report the news. You're the one who made it." Chase glided over to the dasher board, resting his forearms against the padded top. His dark blue eyes were bright, clear, and focused with an intensity that made my pulse do a quick, erratic jump. "No Vance in the executive box tonight," Chase murmured, leaning closer so his voice wouldn't carry over the hum of the crowd filling the lower bowl. "No quiet sabotage from my father. Jus

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, that those men in the black sedan were still out there, waiting for me. "Hailey, can I ask you something?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Anything, girl." I took a deep breath and recounted the ordeal from the restaurant that night and the creeping feeling of being watched to being chased minutes ago, and Hailey listened attentively. "Do you think...do you think Chase is involved with those people?” I asked after a long pause. Hailey's eyes narrowed, her expression thoughtful. "I don't know, Ellie. But I do know one thing: Chase is hiding something. And I aim to find out what it is."