All Chapters of The Trap Of Ace: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Turning around, I reached out for a warm body beside me but all I found was emptiness. Just the crinkled sheet and his lingering scent. Frowning, I opened my eyes and looked around.There was no sign of him in the dimmed room. Even the bathroom's door was ajar just as we left it last night.Where was he?I glanced at the table clock on the side table beside the bed. Three in the morning. Where could he go this early?And then a gust of cool air touched my face. The glass door of the balcony was open. Clutching the blanket around me as I went to get up, a hiss left my lips at the pain that shot up in my lower region. Thus memories of last night flooded back in my mind, heating up my cheeks.There was even a delicious soreness across my entire body.Achilles Valencian was true to his words. He did punish me sweetly by taking me again and again unti

That freaking back stabber!    How could he betray his own nephew like that? He joined hands with Antonio for what? To defame his own family?   What would he gain if Valencian Corp's reputation got ruined in the market? Wouldn't it harm his bank balance too?    I knew he was not what he showed to the world. But today, after talking to Liza I got to know what a snake he was. Winning Ace's trust he was now trying to stab him on the back while remaining in the shadow.   And Ace had no idea about this. I had to tell him. But I had no idea exactly how to start this conversation. I knew what was the truth, but I didn't have any physical proof to show him. Will he believe my words?   Suddenly I halted on my way seeing a certain person I hated with everything in me. Red freaking witch!   Before the conference room, she was talking and giggling with Matt bat

His entire stance tensed as soon as I asked the question. His eyes still away from mine as he took a deep breath, his jaw locked tight.   "Rosebud, we just got together. Let's just keep the bitter chapter of my life out of our new beginning, shall we?" Grey orbs met mine. They held a desperation for me to understand. "I don't want to relive my past when all I want is to make new beautiful memories with you."   I knew it hurt him to talk about his past. But I couldn't let this go. I had this intuition that whatever Arthur was talking about was related to his father's suicide. There could be something else also. And I needed to know everything to sort things out.   So even if it pained me to torture him with his memories, I didn't back off. "Until you're clutching on your past like that, you can't start fresh. You can't be truly happy. I can see it, Ace. You're battling with something. There's something that's bothering yo

What? Murdered?   I stilled, his words were slowly processing in my head.    "W-what are you talking about? Everyone knows he did suicide. And I even know why he did that. Ace told me everything."   I heard him scoffing.    "Your Ace definitely lied to you again. Just like he did every time. Just like he created a sham to break your heart."   I ignored his jab and the urge to right his words. Though he was right, there was a truth behind that act also.   "How do you know that his father was murdered? Who told you that?"   "Digging out Arthur's truth as we got to know what illegal businesses he runs, I had a suspicion that Achilles could have some connections with his uncle's activities. I mean, Arthur was doing all these under his nose and he had no idea about it? Now that sounds a little unbelievable. So I told my cousin to loo

"Ace?" I called again, but the shadow didn't move. Padding closer, I squinted my eyes. The lightning that cracked outside left a flash of luster on his face for a fleeting second. Stormy grey eyes were set on me. But they were dark tonight. Much stormier than I'd even encountered. I let out a sigh of relief. "What the hell is wrong with you? You almost gave me a heart attack!" When he didn't answer, I found the switch and turned the lights on.  And there he was.  Still in his last night's pants and a fresh black shirt, the one he must have worn before storming out, his disheveled form sat silently on the couch. Some of the buttons of his shirt were undone, giving me a sinful sight. Even the dark circles under his eyes and a day's of old stubble didn't do anything to make him look any less sexier. I missed him.