Romans & histoires Chase X Marshall

I get a lot of money, but I also invest a whole lot more. I have shares in almost five hundred companies around the world. “He has...but you’re not going to like it.” Chad says and I run my hand through my hair. I haven’t combed it in a while. I usually just place it in a messy bun, and that works for me. “Tell me more.” I say as I walk towards him and the laptop. “Russell Marshall is a successful Russian businessman. He wants you to eliminate a target before the month ends.” Chad explains, and I nod slowly as he does.

On the other hand, Chase dropped out of school after completing his sophomore year and decided to put all of his focus on his passion boxing. Now he has become a professional boxer and boxing trainer. He also owns a training center which he purchased with his own hard earned money, without taking any help from his father. Both Chase and Cara still live together after five years. They were always there for one another, supporting each other at every step. It was not as easy as it sounds, though. They both had their fair share of struggles and hard times both as individual person and as couple. One of the struggle that they faced was the choice Chase had to make about his career.

Xander defended himself. “I know, son. If only that stupid brother of yours refuse to join the family business, things would have been easier for you!.” Xander’s dad lamented. It seems he is not proud of Chase's achievement then. Although every normal person should be. I mean Chase is the best male model we got in the country. “Dad just left him to follow his dreams. Anyway, Dad, mom this is my wife Ashely! These are my parents.” Xander finally introduced me after ignoring my existence.

And Monet's another pawn after Russell Checknov to bring us down. "Meet my dear friend and trusted ally, Marcus Petrosyan. You must've heard of him before, haven't you, little one?" Yes, the man who was set to destroy my Adrian. I gritted my teeth recalling the attacks he had run on us. "A beautiful prisoner you got there, James. Now I understand why my infamous heartless dear nephew suddenly got so smitten with a woman," commented Marcus. The way his reddish eyes trailed down my body, vile rose in my throat.

“Gotcha. Will he come in later this evening?” “Probably. You know it’s hard to keep him away from his business even on his bad days. Speaking of which,” said Bea, handing me a folder, “I got you a contract for one Desmond Carter. Wanted for assault and battery charges. He broke parole. Locate and apprehend the fugitive. Once he’s back in custody, you’ll get $2500.” “Any known whereabouts?” I asked as I took the folder and flipped through the pages with the target’s description and charges.

He put the tray of food on the bed next to her. “I’m Chase. Chase Malvins”,he said as he stretched his arm in greeting. The girl slowly stretched her hand and they shook hands for a few seconds. The name ‘Malvins’ rang a bell in the girl’s mind; a loud, annoying bell, then she recalled Chris Malvins, but he despite looking exactly identical to Chris had said he was Chase.

Jaxon asked, appearing beside me in his formal attire. I shook my head. "Nothing. I thought I saw someone, but I must have been mistaken." I thought I had seen Kieran just now. But that was impossible. Since Ryan's death, the alliance between Ironwood Pack and Stormfang Pack had completely dissolved. Kieran's pack was facing massive challenges without their allied support. He shouldn't have time to appear here. He probably hadn't even heard about the ceremony. I turned around and walked toward the guests with Jaxon, pushing the thought away.

She murmured, "Yeah, what would be the reason?" "Harrison Group is the largest conglomerate in Los Angeles. Zander has managed to uphold such a massive business empire without family support. His abilities and judgment are extraordinary. Who would, or even dare, scheme against him?" Genevieve bit her lip, her eyes revealing a hint of deep thought, "Perhaps this person is hiding very deeply, unbeknownst to us."

When we walked into the party, it was electric. The grand ballroom was packed with masked guests, everything washed in golden light from the chandeliers. Xander was out of the car before the murmurs had even started. Heads turned. People whispered. And when I did, the whispers just got louder. I didn’t need to hear them to know what they were saying. Who is she? Is that his date? What is Xander Thane doing with an omega?