A Price to Pay

Book 4: View Park Novel

by Angela Winters

Genres: Sports Romance

Synopsis

Wealthy and high-profile, the Chase dynasty has everything an African-American family could ever want--except what money can't buy. . .

Ever since Carter Chase's ex-fiancé, Avery, married another man, he's resolved to win her back. And when an accident sends her to his side, Carter seems to have sealed the deal. But fate has a different plan. . .

Meanwhile, Carter's brother, Michael, is entangled in a scandal that's alienated him from his powerful father. Hoping to redeem himself, Michael proposes a new business idea. But his partner in the venture--and in his bed--is not the ally he imagines. . .

Not to be left out, youngest daughter, Haley, becomes embroiled with a law student-turned-murder suspect. Of course, the young man has an alibi--one he paid good money for. Soon, Haley and the entire Chase family are drawn into a publicity nightmare that can only end with a shocking revelation. . .

"Winters' juicy novel about a wealthy but utterly dysfunctional family is a real page-turner." --Booklist

"Fast-paced and full of drama." --The RAWSISTAZ Reviewers

Release date: October 24, 2011

Publisher: Kensington Books

Print pages: 272

Sample

Thirty-one-year-old Carter Chase was standing impatiently in the foyer of his family’s famous and often photographed home, the fifteen-thousand-square-foot Chase Mansion in View Park, a suburb of Los Angeles. He was impatient for a couple of reasons. First, his parents, Steven and Janet, were late. Church let out at eleven and it was twelve-thirty. They had promised to be home by noon at the latest. Second, he was always impatient to see his baby girl, Connor, especially considering he only had another eight hours with her before her mother would come pick her up from his house.

Connor Chase, the newest addition to America’s wealthiest and most famous black family, was born six months ago and Carter’s life was changed forever. Only a few months earlier, he’d been knocked in the face with the reality that her mother, Avery Jackson, the woman Carter loved and had wanted to marry, was married to another man, and pregnant.

He was only temporarily jealous of the other man, college professor Anthony Harper, because he had little right to be. Carter understood that he drove Avery away trying to control her and keep secrets from her. He was wrong and deserved to have his heart broken, which she did when she left L.A. to live in secrecy with relatives outside Miami. But he’d never stopped believing he would get her back. And as much as it hurt that she had been with another man, he wouldn’t pass judgment on her. He’d been sleeping with any woman he could get his hands on in the six months after Avery left California, just to stop thinking about her for a few moments.

But the pregnancy was another thing. He was certain that Connor was his from the moment he saw Avery’s belly, but Anthony had convinced Avery to lie and say the baby was his. He’d conspired with a local doctor who owed him a big favor to create medical records to support the lie. The idea that Avery, the woman he loved with all his heart, was having another man’s baby had floored Carter.

Being a Chase, a member of America’s black royal family, Carter had always gotten everything he wanted. He’d had a charmed life, always able to win any contest and influence or buy his way out of whatever he needed to. He was an heir to an empire, Ivy League educated and in charge of his own successful law firm; not to mention having that whole tall, dark, and handsome thing in his favor. He was six feet tall with chocolate brown skin and hazel eyes. His smile and style added to making him one of the most eligible bachelors on the market, with his pick of the best women. Which was why everyone was surprised when he hung it all up for a middle-class girl next door, Avery Jackson.

But they just didn’t know. He hadn’t expected to fall in love with her at all, but Avery quickly became everything in the world to him. She was perfect in every way that mattered. She grounded him, made him feel like a king regardless of his last name or his wealth. Carter felt a connection to Avery that he hadn’t believed could exist between a man and a woman. But he’d made mistakes to get her away from her first fiancé, Alex, and even more mistakes to keep her. Unlike the other women he’d dated, Avery didn’t care about the money, the glossy high-life or the power. She didn’t care about all the things that came with being a Chase, so for the first time in his life a woman didn’t put up with his crap, and she had left it all behind.

Like with any other obstacle, as soon as Avery returned Carter was determined to win her back, regardless of her marital and parental status. And he’d almost done it. He’d gotten her to the point where she admitted she wanted him—loved him—but there was one problem. Avery actually believed in fidelity and the sanctity of marriage. She wouldn’t cheat on Anthony and she wouldn’t leave him even after the truth of Connor’s paternity came out.

But he was a Chase, so there was always a plan B. It would take a lot of patience, but he would get Avery back. And although he had been angry with her when she finally told him that Connor was his, moments after giving birth, it only made him more determined to get her back. Now it was about more than the woman he loved; he had a family.

So while it hurt to see Avery with her husband, Carter knew it was only a matter of time before he’d have her back. Meanwhile, he took every moment he could to spend with his daughter, whom he loved to no end.

That was, he took every moment that he could get Connor away from her doting grandmother, Janet Chase.

“They’re coming.” Maya, the caretaker of Chase Mansion, stood at the archway between the foyer and the great room.

She looked tired, although Carter never really saw her do anything but cook. She always hired contractors to do heavy work, but he knew his mother loved Maya, who had been taking care of the Chase clan for almost fifteen years.

“I can hear the car, Maya. Thanks.”

“Are you sure I can’t get you somethin’?” Although she’d been in the country for more than twenty years, Maya’s Caribbean accent was still very strong. “You know how she likes to stall when she has the baby.”

“Not this time,” Carter said. “I have to get going. I’m meeting Julia for lunch.”

“How nice.”

Carter noted that Maya rolled her eyes like she did whenever the name of Julia Hall, Carter’s current girlfriend, was mentioned. Maya had loved Avery because Avery was kind and warm to her, while Julia maintained a clear class distinction in the very few times she even acknowledged Maya was there.

Carter smiled at the sound of his baby’s voice. Before the front door even opened, he could hear her laughter and cooing.

Janet Chase, a woman of the best breeding, class, and social mastery, had always placed her family first. She was the image maker of the Chase name, and tough as nails when it came to her family. She was also a sucker for a grandchild, and her only granddaughter simply brought her to her knees. She hated giving her up, but as soon as she walked into the house, she could see from the look on her oldest son’s face, that she wasn’t going to get away with her stall tactics today.

“Don’t start,” Janet said as she handed the baby bag to Maya. “We tried to leave, but they wouldn’t let us. Ask your father.”

“Who is they?” Carter asked, delighting at the squeal Connor gave as soon as she saw him and reached out for her daddy. She was so stinkin’ cute.

“Everyone at church.” Janet reluctantly handed Connor over. “I tell you, she looks more and more like Leigh every day. She looks ridiculously cute in her new dress.”

Janet spent an obscene amount of money on dresses for Connor. There were two other Chase grandchildren, twins by second son, Michael, but Connor was a girl and that took Janet’s indulgence to a whole other level.

“You’re not letting people, strangers, hold her, Mom.” Carter gave Connor a big, fat kiss on her lips.

“Of course not.” Janet smoothed out her cobalt blue, Diane Von Furstenberg cashmere wrap dress. She was a very beautiful woman, who still turned heads in her fifties because she looked at least ten years younger than she was, and she had an air of unattainability about her that men loved.

She turned to Maya. “Can you please serve lunch in the Florida room in about an hour?”

Maya nodded, handing the baby bag to Carter before leaving.

“Hello, son.” Steven Chase closed the front door behind him, greeting his son briefly before reaching down for his vibrating smartphone.

Carter would have replied if he thought his father was paying any attention, but he knew he wasn’t. Steven Chase was head of a billion-dollar empire, Chase Beauty, and that empire came first. There was no ignoring him once he walked into a room. From even his youngest days, Steven had a presence that sucked up all the attention in the room. This included his own children, his sons especially.

Carter and his father had been at odds as long as Carter could remember, with brief periods of peace. Right now was a period of peace where they got along, but that still didn’t guarantee he’d get any attention from his father.

“You’re making me late for lunch with Julia,” Carter said to his mother.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were having lunch with her?” Janet asked. “I can keep Connor while you both . . .”

“No thanks,” Carter said. “You’ll see Connor again soon. We have to . . .”

“You know,” Janet interrupted, “this wouldn’t be an inconvenience if you actually came to church.”

Carter gave his mother an annoyed glance. “You know that’s not going to happen, Mom.”

“You should open your eyes, son.” Janet leaned forward to kiss Connor on her tiny, brown nose. “That God you’ve decided not to believe in gave you this blessing.”

“Science and genetics gave me this blessing,” Carter replied. In choosing to govern his beliefs by logic and rationality, he had made the decision while at Harvard as an undergrad to believe in evolution over creationism, and his mother had given him a hard time about it ever since. Avery gave him hell for it.

“Carter.” Steven hung up his cell, getting his son’s attention. His salt-and-pepper temples added a distinguished look to his dark, masculine figure. “Come in the office. I need to talk business with you.”

“I can’t,” Carter said.

Chase Beauty was the largest client of Chase Law, the small firm that Carter had decided to start instead of joining his father’s company. This, in addition to his sense of entitlement and assumption of power and control over everything, made Steven expect Carter to jump at the snap of his finger.

“I have to meet Julia for . . .”

“Now,” Steven said definitively. He was already walking down the hallway toward his office.

Janet joyously reached her arms out. “I’ll hold her while . . .”

“Nice try,” Carter said as he headed down the hallway with his baby in his arms.

“Close the door,” Steven ordered without looking up from his desk.

“Dad, this has to be quick.”

Steven looked up, ready to remind his stubborn son that a one-hundred-thousand-dollar-a-month retainer meant he could take as much time as he wanted, but thought better of it. They were getting along, as much as Steven and Carter could ever get along. These periods of relative peace between them never lasted long, so Steven let it go. “Did you read that Luxury Life report I sent you?”

“I read all the reports weeks . . .”

“No, this is a new one I had my marketing department put together. I sent it to your office Wednesday.”

Carter shook his head. “I haven’t gotten around to it.”

“Dammit, Carter!” Steven leaned back in the detailed leather chair of his finely furnished home office, one of seventeen rooms in the house. “That’s the only thing I asked you to do for me this week.”

Carter pretended to bite Connor’s tiny fingers as she put them over his mouth. She laughed as is if it was the funniest thing ever. “You know I have that big antitrust case right now, and two new clients.”

Steven sighed. “As your father, I’m glad your firm is growing. As your client, I don’t give a damn. Read the report by Monday.”

That was a lie, Carter thought. He wasn’t glad as a father either. Although he had interned in the Chase Beauty legal department during Harvard Law, Carter’s decision to go out on his own instead of join the company, as expected, had always been a sore point between him and his father. A sore point was putting it lightly.

“I’ll get to it tonight, after I drop Connor at Avery’s . . .”

“Carter, I know you’re happy you have a baby and all that, but you can’t let it interfere with your work.”

“Maybe I can do like you did, Dad.” Carter’s voice was laced with extreme sarcasm. “Just ignore my kid altogether. I’m sure she’ll understand like we all did.”

Steven sneered, wondering if Carter thought he was too old to get knocked upside the head. No, he hadn’t been the best father, but he was building an empire and they had Janet. He still loved them all more than his own life.

“You’ve never appreciated the sacrifices I’ve made for this family,” Steven said, “but you seem fine with benefiting from them. Read it. I need to make a decision now.”

Carter wanted to ask why his father wanted to expand Chase Beauty, which had already added real estate and a chain of beauty salons to its hair-and-makeup product line, to include publishing, but he wouldn’t. He didn’t have the time for the answer.

“Look, Dad, I was supposed to meet Julia at Beso five minutes ago. I’ll read it later.”

“She can wait if you tell her to,” Steven said. “She’ll do whatever you want.”

Carter frowned. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You know what it means,” Steven answered. “Julia wants to be Mrs. Carter Chase. She’ll put up with anything if she thinks it will get her closer to that goal. I’ll call her if you don’t have the balls.”

“You know that’s not going to happen.” Carter’s tone reflected his confusion. “Why would you even say that? You know that . . .”

“I know six months ago you said that Julia was just a temporary amusement until you could get Avery back. She was part of your plan to make Avery believe you were over her so she wouldn’t be so cautious around you.”

“She still is,” Carter said. “But it’s not as if I don’t like her. You don’t expect me to be celibate until I get Avery back?”

“Julia is in love with you. She’s told your mother several times.”

Carter believed Julia was more in love with the idea of being with a Chase than anything genuine. “I can’t do anything about that. I’m going to marry Avery. That’s it.”

“Tell that to your mother,” Steven said. “She’s already picking out invitations.”

“Mom doesn’t need to know anything about this,” Carter said with a warning tone. “Dad, you promised not to tell her.”

“I haven’t said anything,” Steven said. “Now just read the report.”

Carter got pissed off when his father acted as if he didn’t understand the master plan, which was two-fold. Part one was to make Avery believe that he had truly gotten over her, had no intention of interfering with her marriage, and only wanted to deal with her in terms of being good parents to Connor. It was working. Carter even believed that Avery was a little jealous of his relationship with Julia at times. Because of their chemistry, Avery had previously refused to be alone with him. That was changing. Once her guard was down, she wouldn’t be so reluctant to spend time alone with him. That was all it would take.

Part two was much more complicated. Carter had to create a situation in which Avery would be willing to leave Anthony and not hate herself for cheating on him. This had begun by completely emasculating Anthony at every opportunity possible without it seeming obvious to anyone but Anthony. When placed against Carter, very few men could measure up.

Steven smirked. “You remember, kid, it was my idea for you to crowd her husband out slowly, before I knew she lied to you about Connor not being yours. I’d prefer you be done with her. Julia is more suited to our circles anyway.”

“You’re starting to sound like Mom,” Carter said. He placed Connor in the other arm. She was getting heavy.

Twenty-six-year-old Julia Hall came from a prominent Dallas family of doctors. She had made a departure and had gone into corporate finance, but this positioned her perfectly for a financial analyst position at Chase Beauty. Janet had intended for her to distract Michael from his wife, Kimberly, but Julia had wanted Carter from the start. She was a bona fide, black blue blood like his mother: those who had money, power and social standing dating back to the 1800s.

No one else belonged in these circles. New money, acquired in only a generation, didn’t count. What was worse was money from entertainment or sports. They always wanted in, and people like his mother and Julia always wanted to keep them out.

“That wasn’t your background,” Carter reminded his father.

“This isn’t about me.” Steven was well aware that his middle-class background would never have gotten him where he was now if he hadn’t married a woman like Janet. “This is about you wanting a woman that has rejected you countless times and . . .”

“You’re exaggerating,” Carter said. “Avery admitted that she wants me, but all that Bible blah, blah and . . .”

“Marital fidelity isn’t Bible blah, blah, Carter. It means something to a lot of people.”

“Well, nothing means anything to me except Avery and Connor. So, fuck her marriage and that teacher.”

“You better watch it,” Steven warned him. “If your animosity shows, it will force Avery to side with her husband.

“Don’t worry about me.” Supporting Connor had been the perfect excuse to make Anthony look inadequate. “I’ve taken every opportunity, and his growing frustration has only worked in my favor. I’ve undermined him without Avery catching on. She seems more and more annoyed with him every day. I’ve got her keeping secrets from him, thinking she’s doing what’s best for his pride. But it’s only making him more jealous and possessive and when those secrets come out, he’ll explode.”

“Pitiful.” Steven couldn’t help but appreciate Carter’s tenacity. He got what he wanted and that was what he had instilled in all his children from the beginning. The best education, training, and guidance had created four exceptional people. Well, at least three. Haley was something else entirely.

Carter felt no pity for Anthony. He was the one who convinced Avery to keep Connor away from him and guilted her into feeling obligated to him because he had been there for her when she ended her engagement to Carter. Avery was loyal and wanted to do what was right. Anthony was counting on that and Carter would crush him for it.

Steven chose not to press it any further. If there was one subject he couldn’t change Carter’s mind about, it was Avery. “Call me tonight after you’ve read it.”

“It might be late,” Carter said, grabbing the baby bag and turning to leave.

“I don’t care,” Steven answered. “And son . . .”

Carter turned back to his father, trying to move away from Connor’s tiny hands that were blocking his eyes.

“Be careful with Julia. Women like her have one thing in mind: getting a ring on their finger. If she catches on that she’s just a means to an end, you’ll have trouble.”

“She won’t catch on.” Carter really did like Julia. He just didn’t love her. “I got it under control.”

And Carter truly believed he did. In the last six months, he’d been as meticulous in his social life as he was in his professional life. Avery was just an inch away from him. He could taste her.

“Which one is it?” Thirty-year-old Michael Chase asked his seven-year-old son, Daniel, who was twisting and turning on his lap.

Daniel pointed to the computer, but didn’t say anything. He was getting bored and Michael knew he should probably let up. It was good enough that, at seven, both Daniel and his twin brother, Evan, were acing educational software games aimed for eight-to-twelve-year-olds. But they were Chases, and doing better than expected was the least that was expected.

He’d had this conversation with his sons many times. Fate had them born into a family that lived under a microscope. The Chase family, in all their power, money, success and philanthropy, had become more than just a rich family. Their reign over the upper crust of black society, and powerful role in white society, made them unlike any other family of their kind, and the expectations would only rise with every generation. Carter was the Harvard lawyer. Michael was the Columbia finance whiz. Leigh was the Duke doctor and Haley . . . Haley was the spoiled socialite. Every rich family had to have one.

As the third generation of this dynasty, Evan and Daniel, now joined by Connor, would be expected to be at the top of their private schools, get into the Ivy Leagues, and project the appearance of perfection in career success, family, and commitment to the community. It was a lot of pressure, but it came with advantages too numerous to even mention; including a hefty trust fund.

“You’re a Chase, Daniel. We don’t give up. If you pick the right one, you’ll get a card and can move to the next level.”

Daniel sighed, lowering his head back to where it rested against his dad’s chest.

“Jellyfish!” yelled Evan as he jumped around on the other side of Michael’s desk.

“You can’t even see it.” Daniel sat up, seeming energized by the challenge of his brother.

“I already finished it.” Evan jumped on the black leather settee nestled in the middle of Michael’s home office, one of ten rooms in the six-thousand-square-foot, Tuscan-inspired house nestled in the ultra-lux Hollywood Hills.

“I told you about yelling the answers,” Michael warned the son that was becoming more and more like him every day.

Daniel and Evan were fraternal, but looked almost identical. Both were a smooth, chocolate brown like their mother with dark, fierce eyes like their father. Daniel was reserved and thoughtful like his Uncle Carter. Evan was always on and eager, like Michael. Michael only hoped they would grow up best friends as he and Carter had. They certainly fought as much.

“They’re all jellyfish, stupid.” Daniel leaned forward. “It’s a Bubbler Jellyfish.”

Michael smiled. “You mean Blubber, right?”

“That’s what I said.”

“It isn’t,” Evan said without even looking up.

“Michael!”

They all looked up as twenty-nine-year-old Kimberly Chase stormed into the office. Despite wearing a T-shirt and jeans, no makeup, and her long hair in a loose ponytail, what always struck one first about Kimberly was that she was distractingly beautiful. Both men and women stared at her everywhere she went. The society papers gave her the title of “most attractive Chase.”

“Mommy!” Evan jumped off the settee toward his mother. “I finished first. Daniel still takes forever.”

“Did not!” Daniel yelled out in his defense.

“Go play,” Kimberly ordered curtly. She was trying her best to hold her temper until the boys were out of the way.

Both boys looked at their father, which only made Kimberly angrier. Michael had always been the disciplinarian in the family, but in less than six months she had ceased to have enough authority over her own children to be listened to alone.

“We’re learning,” Michael said. “Play time will come later.”

“Okay,” Kimberly said, holding up a cell phone. “I just want to know who Shana is.”

Michael reached for his pocket and felt that his cell was still there. He lifted Daniel off his lap. “Okay, you boys can go play.”

Without hesitation, they ran out of the office. There was no glance toward their mother. Michael was all the authority they seemed to need anywhere. He was turning her own children against her and Kimberly wanted to kill him for it.

“Why is this bitch calling me?” Kimberly closed the door behind her.

“I don’t know what you’re . . .”

“Aren’t you tired of that?” Kimberly asked.

“Tired of what?”

“Pretending like you don’t know that I know you fuck anything that moves!” She tossed the phone at him.

Michael ducked to avoid the flying iPhone. When he looked back up, his dark eyes were intense. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

And he hadn’t. Ever since Kimberly had done something that could destroy everything the Chase family had worked to create. That was six months ago. Since then, Michael never answered to Kimberly for anything, including his affairs.

“Besides,” Michael said, “you don’t fuck me, so why do you care who does?”

Kimberly was disgusted. “Don’t flatter yourself, asshole. I don’t care, but what I do care about is when one of those skanks calls me on my cell phone. How did this Shana bitch get my number?”

Michael wanted to know the answer to that too. “I’ll handle it. Is there something else?”

Kimberly thought about the question. Yes, there was. He could give her a divorce and let her take her children as far away from him and his crazy family as possible. That’s what she wanted, but Kimberly knew she wasn’t going to get it. Michael wasn’t going to give her a divorce unless she agreed to ask for nothing. And he would never let her take the ki. . .