Does Chase Like Skye Novels & Stories

Ten years after graduation, I funded a scholarship for underprivileged students at my alma mater. During the ceremony's interview segment, one of the scholarship recipients suddenly grabbed the microphone. "That night at the karaoke bar, you forced yourself on me! Aren't you going to take responsibility?" Her words cut through the room, and every student and faculty member turned to look at me. In an instant, I was branded a rapist. The company's stock fell immediately in response. Amid the chaos, I simply stared at the girl in front of me. Had students really become so ruthless just to get what they wanted? Only a few days ago, I had helped her fend off a gang of troublemakers, so how could she turn around and spread lies about me then? Besides, I was a woman. What could I possibly have done to her?

On the tenth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband, Deputy Commander Harvey Wyatt, uploads a photo of me breastfeeding my newborn in a disheveled state to the department's group chat. Obviously, that photo was taken without my knowledge. "See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight." A few female colleagues send sweating emojis to the group. The majority of the chat, however, consists of the male colleagues' perverse silence. While I continue to burp my baby with one hand, my tears land on the screen. In order to give birth to this baby, my pelvic bone was sawn in half, which causes me so much pain that I can't even walk properly. But all I get in return is my own husband body-shaming me in front of hundreds of people. I don't bother arguing with Harvey at all. Half an hour later, I drag my broken body all the way to the commander's office with a divorce agreement as well as the chat history over the past ten days, which has been printed out, in my hands.

During our New Year’s Eve dinner, I told my family that my company was not giving out year-end bonuses. The table went silent. Even the TV host counting down to midnight suddenly sounded grating. My husband and daughter slammed the table in frustration. “No year-end bonus?! How are we supposed to pay the mortgage and the car loan? I didn’t marry you so you could live off me!” “Other moms either buy designer bags or send money. You’re the most useless one. You can’t even bring home a $100,000 bonus.” My in-laws sat there with dark looks on their faces and said nothing. I looked at their self-righteous faces and felt a lump in my throat. All these years, every expense in this family was paid with the money I earned from late nights, overtime, and project commissions. But all they could see was the $100,000 bonus I did not bring home. “If you can’t make any money, then get out!” My husband grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the door. My daughter was not satisfied and kicked me on the lower back. I did not turn around. I took out my phone and booked the presidential suite at a downtown five-star hotel. My bank account had just received a $1 million dividend payout. It was true that I did not get a year-end bonus. But I got promoted to management. From this day onward, I would receive $1 million in dividends every year.

How far can one go for love? Do the words "love conquers all" really prove themselves to be true? Or does it leave no regrets once you give the best you can to avenge the death of the people you love in any way chance presents you? This is a love story of a Mafia man Marco Alfonso and a common girl who had grown to be strong in her own way as life struggles kept provoking her till she reached her limits. How does a simple woman like Skye take the place of the man who had shown her kindness and concern was attacked by someone he trusted and fell ill? If it isn't all for gratitude, could it be because love had started to grow between these two souls? Let us explore the love story of a cold-faced yet warm-hearted Mafia man and a weak girl to a kick-ass woman in the sweet romantic story of... "Ruling the Mafia World".

Skye Winters never wanted to be Luna. But when the mate bond snapped into place at her eighteenth birthday, binding her to Alpha Jaxon Vale, it should have been a dream come true. She'd loved him from afar for years. But Jaxon didn't want her—he accused her of trapping him, forcing the bond, married her only because the pack demanded it, and has spent three years making her feel like an obligation he can't escape. Skye tried to be the perfect Luna, the perfect wife, the woman he might one day choose to love. But when her sister Cassandra returns with a son she claims is Jaxon's, everything shatters. Jaxon moves them into the Alpha house. He names the boy his heir. And chooses her sister first at every opportunity. When Skye nearly dies because of Jaxon's choices, something inside her dies first—the desperate hope that kept her chained to a man who will never see her as more than a burden. Now Skye is done begging. Done compromising. Done watching her husband build a family with her sister while she stands in the shadows. She wants a divorce. But breaking a fated mate bond isn't simple—especially when she's carrying a secret that could trap her forever. As pack politics, family pressure, and her own broken heart collide, Skye must find the strength to walk away from everything she thought she wanted. The only question is: will Jaxon let her go? Or will he finally realize what he's losing when it's already too late?

At the age when I should have been attending university, I was framed by my biological parents and sent to prison. My sister had been cruelly killed by her kidnappers when she tried to save me, and they blamed me for her death. On the day of my release, I was kidnapped and had one of my ears cut off. When I found the opportunity, I immediately called my father, asking him to save me. Instead, he snapped, saying, “You’re no longer my son! Don’t contact me!” I was then burned alive. After I died, my sister returned. However, when my parents found out that the charred corpse was mine, the family crumbled.

My sister and I were mated with a pair of twin werewolves. She mated with the black wolf—strong, imposing, and the Alpha heir to the wolf pack. But he was cold and desireless by nature, with a violent temper that made her life after forming the mate bond unbearable. He often turned on her, leaving her battered and broken. I, on the other hand, mated with the frail white wolf, who was gentle, considerate, and seemingly weak. Yet with patience and intelligence, he eventually became the Alpha of the pack. Jealousy consumed my sister. She poisoned me, ending my life. When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the day we were choosing our mates. My sister hurriedly reached for the white wolf. I smiled. Did she really think the white wolf was harmless?

Nicholas’s first love was diagnosed with HIV at our hospital. I broke doctor-patient confidentiality and told him. Unfortunately, he thought I was lying. He not only accused me of killing a patient and got me convicted, and he even spiked my milk with abortion pills. At eight weeks pregnant, I bled heavily. I begged him for help, but he just walked away and sneered, "Finally, no one can stop me from being with Shereen." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day his first love was diagnosed with HIV. This time, I didn’t tell him. Instead, I broke up with him. Since he loves his first love so much, I’ll gladly step aside.

Skye has spent her whole life being looked down on as the weakest omega in the Silverclaw Pack. Poor, quiet, and always covered in bruises. She’s used to being bullied, ignored, and treated like she doesn’t belong. Especially by Alpha Damian Wolfe—the powerful, cold, and filthy rich Alpha who rules the pack with an iron fist. To everyone else, Damian is untouchable. To Skye, he’s the last wolf she ever wanted to notice her. But on her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. She discovers that the same Alpha who let her suffer in silence is her fated mate. Damian is shocked to learn the fragile omega he never cared about is the one destined to stand beside him. To him, she’s Heaven. But to her, he’s hell. Now Damian will do anything to win her heart, but after years of pain, Skye isn’t so easily swayed. Can he prove that fate made no mistake, or will she run before he ever gets the chance?

A playboy prince Bennet Casparian was once a hard-partying, racing, playboy prince until he wrecked his racecar and ended up paralyzed. Now, he’s wounded and angry with the world. The last thing he needs or wants is some know-it-all American pushing him to recover—especially the dowdy woman his doctor recruited for the task. But if she’s so plain, why can’t he stop thinking about her? A stubborn physical therapist Harper is happy with her job at the VA, but irresistibly tempted by her ex-fiancé’s job offer to rehabilitate an injured (and spoiled) Montrovian prince. He’s already driven away two physical therapists, but she’s determined to stick it out. An unexpected connection He pushes her buttons and tries to keep her away, but she finally breaks through his resistance. The more time she spends with him, the more she wants the prince, and the attraction is definitely mutual. Their relationship is forbidden for many reasons, so why does it feel so right? An unforeseen consequence They have broken the rules, and it’s only a matter of time until someone finds out. When their secret comes to light, Harper might lose everything important to her—including Bennet.