All Chapters of Ace: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Richard sat in his dimly lit study, the soft hum of the ceiling fan doing little to dispel the tension that clung to the air. His bruised face was a testament to the days he’d spent at the mercy of the men who had locked him away, waiting for Evelyn to come for him. But she hadn’t. His own wife had left him to rot, further confirming his suspicions of her betrayal. Today, things were going to change.He leaned back in his chair, staring at the glass of whiskey in his hand. The liquid swirled lazily in the tumbler, reflecting the fire burning in the hearth. Outside, the mansion was quiet, unnervingly so, as if the house itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Richard’s mind raced as he mentally prepared himself for what was about to unfold.Evelyn would be back any minute, and this time, she wouldn’t be leaving again—not until he got the answers he needed. She had been plotting, weaving her schemes behind his back, aligning herself with Ace’s enemies, and worst

Ace cradled Lisa in his arms as the car pulled up to the secluded country house. The air here was different, quiet and crisp, far from the tension-filled city. He glanced down at Lisa—still fast asleep from the sleeping aid he had given her earlier. Her face was peaceful, undisturbed by the chaos that had threatened to tear their world apart just hours ago.The country house was surrounded by lush trees and rolling hills, offering complete privacy and seclusion. No one would find them here. It was a place he had prepared for moments like these, but he had never thought he’d have to use it.The moment the car stopped, two maids hurried out, their heads bowed low in respect. Ace's most trusted men had already ensured the place was safe, and Ann, the older maid who had saved Lisa earlier, stood by, her face etched with worry and readiness."Is everything in place?" Ace asked, his voice low as he gently lifted Lisa out of the car."Yes, boss," one of the maids answered softly. "Everythin

Evelyn sat in the cold, dimly lit cell, her back pressed against the hard concrete wall. Her hands rested on her lap as she stared at the flickering bulb above her. The silence in the cell was suffocating, broken only by the occasional clanking of chains as she shifted her weight. The events of the past few days spun in her head, clouding her usually sharp mind with frustration and anger.Her husband, Richard, had locked her up. She could hardly believe it. After everything they’d been through, he’d actually gone through with it—caging her like some kind of animal. She bit the inside of her cheek, refusing to give in to the weakness of tears. Crying was for those who didn’t have a plan. And Evelyn always had a plan.Leaning her head back against the wall, she closed her eyes, trying to think her way out of this mess. Being stuck here would ruin everything. The plans she had meticulously set in motion were hanging by a thread, and Richard—her crazy, unpredictable husband—was the one t

Lisa wandered through the expansive halls of the new house, her bare feet padding softly against the cool, wooden floor. The unfamiliar space was both comforting and unsettling at the same time. She still had no idea what country she was in or even how far away from home she might be. All she knew was that Ace had whisked her away in the middle of the night, taking her somewhere far from the danger that threatened them.But now, standing in this strange, secluded house, she felt more isolated than ever.She gazed out one of the tall windows, watching the mist roll over the sprawling landscape. The house was nestled in a countryside she didn’t recognize, and though the scenery was peaceful, there was something eerie about not knowing exactly where she was. It felt like being in a gilded cage—a beautiful prison with no walls but plenty of secrets.As she made her way through the house, she couldn’t help but notice how quiet it was. There were only four people living here: Ann, two oth

Evelyn paced back and forth in the small, dimly lit room, her phone gripped tightly in her hand. She had been calling Ann repeatedly, but each time, the call went straight to voicemail. Frustration and anger boiled inside her as she stared at the device, willing it to ring, but it remained silent."Come on, pick up," she muttered under her breath, dialing Ann’s number for what felt like the hundredth time.The line rang once, twice, and then went dead again.Evelyn clenched her jaw, her fingers tightening around the phone. She had relied on Ann to be her eyes and ears, to help her carry out her plan to bring Ace down. But now, it seemed like Ann had gone silent, leaving Evelyn in a precarious position. Without her, the entire plan was at risk."She’s avoiding me," Evelyn hissed, throwing the phone onto the bed in frustration. "That traitor."Her bodyguard, a tall, muscular man with a stern expression, stood by the window, watching her carefully. He hadn’t said much, but his presence w