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Chase asked, his lips curved into a sly grin. Chris let out a scoff and said, “You must be out of your goddamn mind.” “Have it your way then,” Chase concluded and walked away from the cell. He moved his tall, muscular body exuding confidence, his bodyguard soon trailing behind him like a little puppy. “No autographs today!” he shouted as he stepped out. News reporters soon gathered Chase. Chase made sure to trash Chris’ name and told them he was being charged for attempted murder and conspiracy to kidnapping among other crimes, sparking debate and tension, though he didn’t mention the allegedly victim was Valerie, Chris’ fiancée. For Chase, this was a dream coming true. He had finally made h

Fucking distraction. When Mrs. Middleton dismissed us, Rowan, Grayson, and I made our way to the cafeteria, the usual buzz of students already filling the space. The noise, the chatter, the scattered trays—all of it was the kind of chaos I had learned to block out. But today, my focus kept slipping.

Chasing the Billionaire’s Shadow Somewhere beneath the Arctic ruins—beneath the glass bones of Project Lucent and the scorched veins of a forgotten city—a cryo-pod hummed back to life. The green light pulsed steadily now. Inside, frost ebbed off the reinforced glass, revealing the curve of a shoulder… a hand… a face. But not just any face. It was mine. “Isla, you’re not going to like this,” Tamar’s voice crackled over the comms. “The satellite picked up motion beneath the wreck site. Minimal, but rhythmic.”

I run as fast as I can. When I felt like I was no longer chased by that guy, I lean on a wall and relax. God, why are all of these happening so suddenly? I almost jumped on my feet when I was in a corner by a guy I met earlier. He's leaning closer to me, he smells so nice, it's a mix of mint and smoke. So all this time he's smoking? He's hella stunning! He's so handsome with his thick eyebrows and pointed nose. I must say that he's freaking rich by the watch on his wrist and the way his tuxedo perfectly suits his body. He leans closer to me and smells the side of my lips. My heart is beating so fast.

Damn it. Chase pushed away from his desk, grabbed his coat, and stormed out of the room. By the time he reached the streets, the night was thick with shadows, the air crisp with danger. His pulse pounded. Anything could’ve happened. He shouldn’t have let them leave. And now, he was going to find her—before it was too late. The rain poured relentlessly, turning the city streets into shimmering rivers of light. Chase’s wipers struggled against the downpour, barely clearing his vision as he scanned every corner, every sidewalk.

She’s wrong about this in the same way she’s wrong about her own capacity to keep absorbing damage indefinitely. Which is to say, charmingly, and at her own expense. I close the folder and open my calendar. The Warren Global Foundation gala is on Saturday. Chase is the host. I doubt he’s slept properly since Natasha filed for custody. He’s going to stand there for four hours, in front of every camera in LA, holding a glass he keeps refilling because he won’t know what else to do with his hands. Chloe loves a charity event. Chloe in particular loves the kind of charity event where she can wear something fancy and ask famous people inappropriate questions.

"You're worth being chased, Troy." "And you're also worth chasing back, Abigail." I grinned and joined Abigail in dancing to the beautiful agony of the song once more. I am unable to control my emotions on my own, and I don't want this night to end without expressing my whole love for my cherished wife. I still want to pursue my treasure till my soul soars and my body burns to ashes, even if we stopped chasing one other years ago.. Chasing her back was the best decision I've ever made in my entire life. And I have no regrets; she made me happy and gave me the unexpected love I couldn't ever imagine.

It was tragic as both sides suffered losses. About 20 minutes ago, Chase could no longer hold his ground. He then drove through the police barricade with a group of men and fled in fear. Harvey and his arrest team chased after him. With the current situation, Chase could not have run far and might not even get to leave Quill City before being caught. The SWAT team had a helicopter tracking them, so no matter how fast the car drove, it would not be able to get rid of the helicopter. Just as Alex secretly cheered for Harvey, Gunner called again.

Chase said, reaching into the closet for a black shirt and a black three-piece coat suit. A moment later, after he got dressed, Jada took one look at how cold he looked in that suit and laughed out her nervousness, "Damn, you look dangerously hot... like a mafia boss who has murder on his mind." With a faint smile at her, Chase grabbed his watch and said, "I will be back soon." ~~~~~~~*~~~~~~ Moments later, Ben brought the black Armored Cadillac Escalade ESV to a stop in front of an all-black skyscraper.

I took a deep breath, picked up my handbag, and left, heading to the front, where others had started to crowd around the door. The atmosphere was charged with low-key excitement — this was not just any trip. Cape Town. A big deal, one that had the whole company on edge. We lined up in a neat, single file toward the bus, and then — “Beatrice.” I froze. Xander’s voice sliced through the air, and seconds later, the entire group froze. I turned, slowly, my pulse racing as I met his eyes. He stood a few feet away, his phone in one hand, his face unreadable as ever.