All Chapters of Ace: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

moment, watching her. The way her face softened when she wasn’t aware of his presence, how her hand naturally drifted to her belly, protective and instinctual. His heart clenched at the sight. He needed to protect them both. He couldn’t lose either of them.“Lisa,” he called softly, stepping into the room.She looked up, her eyes brightening when she saw him, but there was a subtle tension in her posture. She knew him too well, could sense when something was on his mind. “Ace? Is something wrong?”He sat down beside her, running a hand through his hair. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”Lisa closed the magazine and turned her full attention to him, her brows knitting together in concern. “What is it?”Ace took a deep breath, trying to choose his words carefully. “I’ve been thinking a lot about the baby, and about you. About how dangerous things are right now, especially with Evelyn and everything going on. I need to know you’re safe, Lisa. Both of you.”Her lips pressed

Richard's head throbbed, a constant reminder of the days he'd spent in confinement. His wrists were raw from the ropes that had once bound him, though now they dangled loosely at his sides. He sat slumped in a wooden chair, barely able to lift his head. His body ached from the repeated beatings, but none of that mattered. What truly hurt was the sting of betrayal from his own wife, Evelyn.He let out a bitter laugh as he thought about her. She hadn’t come for him. Not even a whisper of her presence in all these weeks. The woman who had once sworn to stand by him through everything had abandoned him when he needed her most. The men holding him had been talking about it—gossiping like hens—that his own wife had left him to rot in this filthy room.Across the room, the man in charge, a broad-shouldered brute named Marco, stood watching him with cold amusement. The door behind him creaked open as one of his henchmen walked in. They exchanged a few words in hushed tones, but Richard could

Richard sat in the bedroom, the faint sounds of water dripping from the sink echoing through the room as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His face, battered and bruised, seemed to belong to someone else. He barely recognized himself anymore. The once powerful and confident man he had been was now a shadow, physically beaten and emotionally drained. Yet, beneath the pain, there was a burning fire of anger—anger at Evelyn, anger at the men who had locked him up, and most of all, anger at himself for letting it all happen.After a long moment of silence, he turned away from the mirror and walked toward the bed, his body aching with every step. He gingerly lowered himself onto the edge of the mattress, his mind racing. Evelyn’s face kept flashing before him, her fake concern, her pathetic attempts at pretending she cared. She thought she could manipulate him, control him like she always had, but this time was different. This time, he was the one in control, and she didn’t even

Evelyn woke up that morning with a heavy sigh, the kind that rattled her bones. She rubbed her temples, trying to ease the tension that had crept in overnight, but the unease in her gut refused to leave. Something about the way the house felt this morning, cold and quiet, set her on edge.Her heart pounded in her chest, and she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that she wasn’t alone, that something had changed in the air around her. She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to breathe evenly. She was Evelyn. She was strong, untouchable. She didn’t need anyone—not even Richard. And yet, despite telling herself that over and over, there was no denying the fear crawling up her spine.She heard a faint rustling sound outside her bedroom door, and her body went rigid. Her muscles tensed as she pulled herself up, fixing her robe tightly around her body. Was it her bodyguards? One of the maids? She reached for her phone, the screen lighting up to show no messages, no calls. She furrowed her br

Ace sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his fingers drumming softly against the surface as his eyes scanned the room. Around him were his most trusted men—loyal, seasoned, and ready for anything. These were the people who had stood by him through countless battles, bloodshed, and betrayals. Yet, despite their loyalty and their strength, Ace couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling of helplessness that had settled in his chest.His thoughts kept circling back to Lisa—his wife, the mother of his unborn child, the one person in the world he couldn’t afford to lose. She was in danger, and every instinct in his body screamed at him to take her far away, to hide her where no one could find them. But Lisa, ever stubborn and fiercely independent, had refused.He had tried to reason with her, to explain how much danger she was in, how he couldn’t protect her and the baby if they stayed here. But she had stood her ground, refusing to budge. Now, he was torn between respecting her wishes and