Chase’s eyes widened with shock. His mouth dry as a bone as he tried to form words to speak. The photos were shocking, to say the least.“Where… Where did these come from?” he managed to speak at last. The look on Christine’s face made him want to scream that this wasn’t him, he would never betray her like this. But the man in the photos were unmistakably him. He could only look at them in disgust.“They were delivered to the office.” She answered without meeting his gaze.Alexander picked up the photos. He would have to enter them into evidence. It didn’t look good for Chase. The prosecutor could argue motive.“I don’t have to tell you how bad this looks, do I?” he narrowed his eyes at his son.“Dad, I… I only know there was someone else there, they injected me with something. It must have been heroin.” He remembered the sudden rush of euphoria he felt as the drug took effect. “Whoever was there must have taken these…” he couldn’t even bring himself to name them. He turned his face a
“Are you sure, Christine?” Alexander Ward asked. This was not good. The Prosecutor would have even more motive if this got out.“Yes, yes, I saw her when she came into the office. I will never forget her face.” Christine touched her hand to her chest, it felt like something heavy lay there, forcing the breath out of her. “Why didn’t he say anything?”“I will ask him about it.” Alexander said, his face grim. That boy had a lot of explaining to do, he thought to himself. Heaven help him.“I – I would like to go home now, Mr. Ward.” Christine pushed the chair back to stand. She needed space, to be alone to think all this through.“Of course, my dear.” Taking out a few Dollars to pay for their lunch, he left it on the table, and they made their way to the car.In the car they stayed silent, each with their own thoughts. Christine watched the buildings go by in a blur without registering, Chase’s face was all she saw and the last words he spoke to her repeated over and over in her mind.Al
“I want to see the warrant.” Alexander told the officer in charge. He looked it over and handed it back reluctantly. Chase had signed the document. He sighed. Why would he do that?Christine stood shivering outside the apartment still in her nightclothes.“Mr. Ward, why would they want to search Chase’s apartment? He has nothing to hide.” Christine’s blue eyes pierced him. He couldn’t answer her.Alexander thought about the packet of drugs he destroyed. He hoped to God they don’t find anything else. He should have searched the whole place like he wanted. What the hell was his son thinking? His fears were soon realized when he heard the officer call him.“You are Mr. Ward’s attorney, am I correct?” he looked smug.“Yes?” Alexander stroked the back of his neck, his muscles ached from tension.The officer showed him the baggies he found. Alexander fought back the curses on his tongue.“We have to take the lady in for questioning. Are you her attorney too, Mr. Ward?” The man asked his fac
Alexander replayed his conversation with Chase to Christine. She sat stony-faced and listened to his words.“I felt you should know.” He said, watching her pensive expression. They were sitting in his office. “His first appearance is scheduled for this afternoon.”She nodded. “I appreciate it, Mr. Ward.” She missed him so much, how could he think she hated him. She stood up to walk out. At the door she turned around and said to Alexander: “Tell him I’ll be praying for him.”On her way to Chase’s office she met Mason in the hallway.“Christine.” Mason approached her, his hand held out to take hers. “I came back as soon as I heard. What an awful thing to have happened.” His face was a mask of concern. “Are you alright, Darlin’?”“No, Mason. I can’t believe he would do something like this.” She said, watching Mason’s face.Mason drew her to him for a hug. “I’m so sorry, Christine. You don’t deserve to be hurt like this.” He said, stroking her back.She got a whiff of his cologne, noting
Mason dropped Christine off at the Wards’ house, promising to come fetch her when she was done packing.Erica and Ellen watched Christine as she hastily packed the few things she brought with her.“Are you going back to Chase’s apartment?” Erica asked, worried. She didn’t like the idea of Christine being all alone in her condition, especially when her parents couldn’t be here now. She has become fond of the girl.Christine felt awful for doing this, but she couldn’t wait any longer. She knew they would probably hate her what she was about to do.“No, I’m going to stay with a friend.” She answered, watching Erica’s frown deepen. “I’m sorry, Erica. You’ve all been so good to me, but I just need some time alone. To get my head on straight.”Ellen, who looked so much like her mother, but had her father’s direct grey eyes, shook her head. “You sound like you want to leave my brother now that he needs you so much.”“Ellen!” Erica warned her daughter. Ellen was just like Chase; she didn’t mi
“Call my attorney, I want to change my plea.” Chase called the warden.‘Oh, really? And what else can I do for you, Mister Ward?” the warden laughed at him, taunting him through the bars.Chase growled and smashed his fist against the door, the skin on his knuckles bursting open, and leaving a blood smear against the steel.“Keep that up and I’ll throw you in the hole, Ward!” the warden threatened, lifting his baton to drag it against the bars of Chase’s cell. He whistled a joyful tune all the way down the corridor.Chase threw himself on his bunk, silently screaming in his mind. How could she do this to him? His whole world had crumbled into nothing. His right hand throbbed but he didn’t feel it. There was nothing left to fight for now. Christine has left him. She gave up on him. Taking his child with her, his future.And where did she run to? To Mason fucking Pritchard! Why? When she knew how he felt about Mason and what he did to him. No. He couldn’t believe it. Mason was a born li
Alexander’s face tightened he was expecting this reaction to the news. There was no way he was going to let Chase do that.“No. No fucking way, Chase. You’re not going to change your plea. You’re upset. Let me speak to Christine first before you make any rash decisions.” His hand closed over Chase’s balled fist. His son pulled away from his touch.“Dad, as your attorney you have to do as I say.” Chase let out a deep breath.Alexander slapped a fist on the table, “And as your father I forbid you!” He got up from the chair, stalked away from Chase and leaned against the wall, trying to calm his breathing and the pain in his chest.“I can’t handle anymore betrayal, Dad.” Chase said, his voice sounded tired and unemotional.Alexander round on him, his grey eyes flashing with anger. “Did I raise a coward? Hmm? Did I raise a weak individual who just goes belly-up without a fight? Damn you! I have not raised you like this.” He raised his hand to slap Chase but caught himself just in time. In
Mason held Christine in his arms while she sobbed on his chest. She wanted to run after Alexander to try and speak to him, but Mason stopped her.“Leave him be. I’ll go to his office later and clear things up. No sense in talking to him now. He’s too upset.” Mason reasoned.Christine lifted her head and looked at him with tear-filled eyes. “How did Chase find out where I’m staying, Mason? I didn’t want to upset him.”Mason shrugged. “It could be his sister or his mom.” He wasn’t particularly concerned that Christine would find out it was in fact he that told Chase. He would make sure she’d stay away from the prison and the Wards.“Even so, it doesn’t matter now.” Christine sniffed. She removed herself from Mason’s arms. “Mr. Ward is never going to speak to me again. He’ll probably dismiss me too.” If Chase was changing his plea to guilty, he would be imprisoned for life or would get the death sentence, Christine mused. She had to move quickly. There had to be some kind of evidence th
Paramedics were rushed forward to assist the wounded. Christine left the rest of the Ward family and stumbled right up to the tape barrier to get a better view. They could do nothing but wait as gurneys pushed past them. Waiting for a sign that Chase was still alive. To Christine it felt as if everything was sharper, sounds, colors, the smells, even her own breathing seemed harsher to her ears. But the people seemed to move in slow motion when she spotted him over the heads of the crowd. She wanted to scream out his name, but there was no sound coming through. Christine managed to hold up her hand. He turned his head and then he saw her, started making his way through the crowd. The first thing she noticed was the blood spatter on his face and all over his white shirt. But he was alive! And pushing through the crowd until… “Chrissie!” He was right there in front of her. “Sir, sir! You need to see a doctor.” A police officer tried to detain him, but he ignored the man. He only had
To say it was a media circus would have been an understatement. Chase was beset with reporters from all sides as he stepped out of his car to get into the court building.“Mr. Ward, are you associating yourself with the Mafia now?” One reporter screamed at him.“How does it feel to be back in court after your time in jail, Mr. Ward?”Then there were the protesters waving placards and screaming protest slogans in support of the families that suffered at the hands of the crime boss.Chase muttered curses under his breath. So much for wanting to keep a low profile. He expected there to be some media presence, but this was outrageous. He ran up the steps of the court building, narrowly missed being hit in the face by a camera wielding television reporter.The security officers at the door ushered him through and kept the hounds at bay. He walked briskly down the broad corridor to where Carlucci’s bail hearing was to be held.***He spent the next two hours arguing Carlucci’s case before t
“I would advise against it.” Alexander told Chase over the phone. Not that there was anything he could do to stop Chase from getting his hands on the footage if he was on a mission to do so. “Dad, I need to see it. It’s affecting my relationship with Christine.” He paused, “Please.” Alexander ruffled a hand through his hair. Does it ever stop? “Alright. I have it here.” “I’ll be right over.” Chase ended the call. For a long time, Alexander sat staring out at the window, watching the snow fall, swirling specks blown about by the ice wind. Just like us, Alexander thought, were all just specks being blown in all directions by an ill wind. He heard Erica and the twins come back, but he stayed in his office, not having the courage to face Erica and ask, no, beg her forgiveness for accusing her of seeing Justin Hunter. He should have known better. Erica wasn’t that kind of woman. After all these years he still felt inferior to Hunter. He, Alexander didn’t deserve a woman like Erica, but
“Hey, Bro! I brought the painting I promised.” Raven was the first to react, acting as if he just didn’t kiss Christine.“Fuck! Chase is going to kill me,” Raven thought to himself.Christine froze. How long has he been standing there, watching them. She didn’t mean to kiss Raven back; it was a spontaneous reaction. It’s not like it meant anything. But Chase wouldn’t see it that way.Chase stalked towards them his face expressionless. “Did I interrupt something?” His eyes flitted to the painting of Christine. Raven captured her beautifully. The likeness was so striking it seemed as if she could just walk out of that canvas.“No, of course not.” Christine found her voice. She went to Chase and kissed him. His lips were cold.Chase looked at her flushed face and then at Raven who couldn’t look him in the eyes.“I kissed Christine.” Raven blurted out. He’d rather have Chase smash his face in than look at them the way he was now, as if they’d betrayed him. “Just a peck. It wasn’t her faul
“Hey, Bro! I brought the painting I promised.” Raven was the first to react, acting as if he just didn’t kiss Christine.“Fuck! Chase is going to kill me,” Raven thought to himself.Christine froze. How long has he been standing there, watching them. She didn’t mean to kiss Raven back; it was a spontaneous reaction. It’s not like it meant anything. But Chase wouldn’t see it that way.Chase stalked towards them his face expressionless. “Did I interrupt something?” His eyes flitted to the painting of Christine. Raven captured her beautifully. The likeness was so striking it seemed as if she could just walk out of that canvas.“No, of course not.” Christine found her voice. She went to Chase and kissed him. His lips were cold.Chase looked at her flushed face and then at Raven who couldn’t look him in the eyes.“I kissed Christine.” Raven blurted out. He’d rather have Chase smash his face in than look at them the way he was now, as if they’d betrayed him. “Just a peck. It wasn’t her faul
Chase called Christine’s parents from the office.“I really think you should come. Christine needs you now.” Chase spoke to Lance.“We really cannot afford…” Lance began, but Chase interrupted him.“I’ve emailed you the plane tickets. Please accept them.” Chase pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t think Christine would appreciate him turning to her parents for help, but what other choice did he have. “I want to marry your daughter, Mr. Morrison. We need to plan our wedding and would like to have you involved.”Silence on the other end of the line.“Are you there, Mr. Morrison?”“Yes. Is that the only reason, Chase? You sound stressed.” Lance and Claire were both worried about Christine and what the effects of her kidnapping would lead to. And now Chase was asking them to come. “Is she alright?”“Depending how you look at it.” Chase sat back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. “She’s not talking about it.”“The baby?” Lance thought about how devastated they were when they fou
“You look very handsome today, Mr. Ward.” Christine straightened Chase’s dark grey tie. “Are you going to court so soon?”“No, I’m going to the prison. A client of mine has his parole hearing next week. I need to consult with him before we take it to the judge.” Chase replied, smiling and kissing her temple. “Wish me luck.” Chase wasn’t looking forward to it. If it were up to him, he never wanted to sit foot in that goddamn place ever again. But a promise was a promise, and his word was his bond.“Don’t you need me to assist?” Christine was reluctant to stay at home alone and she missed feeling useful. “I am your secretary, after all.”Chase stroked her belly lovingly. “Nope. I can handle this. You look after this.”A message on his cell phone alerted him to the driver waiting for him outside. He pecked a kiss on Christine’s lips and breezed out of the door before she could say another word.Christine hurriedly locked the door behind him. She leaned against the door and sighed. The ap
“I thought we would never get out of there.” Chase lifted Christine in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom.“Your family missed you terribly.” Christine laid her head on his shoulder. “I missed you so, so much.”“I know. I missed them too and I love them. But I need you.”She looked up into his stormy grey eyes. “You just need me?” she couldn’t help but tease him.He smirked, “Of course, I just need you for sex. What did you think?” he teased her back. But then his face turned serious. He placed her onto the bed and went onto his knees before her.“What are you doing?” Christine asked alarmed.“Christine Morrison, would you take this broken man to be your husband?” he laid his hands on her knees.“Oh, Chase…” Christine looked at the handsome man before her through misty eyes. She took his face in both her hands. There were extra lines on his handsome face that weren’t there a few months ago, but that made her love him more. “You’re not broken. I love you. I wouldn’t want to be anyon
Christmas was unlike any other the Ward family had celebrated. In fact, it was the most dismal day, they all agreed. There was no exchanging of gifts that year, no shouting Merry Christmas or kissing under the mistletoe for them.While other guests enjoyed the festivities at the hotel they were staying at, indulging in the lavish food and drink, laughing and chatting, as Christmas music played in the background, the five of them congregated in Christine’s room. Alexander and Chase were being transported back to New York.“I’m afraid the media is going to be all over this. We won’t have a moment’s peace. You’ll have to be ready for it.” Erica sighed. She held Christine’s cold hands in hers. As if they haven’t been through enough already, but the press didn’t care. It was sensation they craved, like vampires craved blood.“I’ve seen the news on the television.” Raven turned away from the window where he watched the road below. “At least they haven’t sniffed us out yet.”“Will Dad and C