All Chapters of Ace: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Richard groaned as he slowly regained consciousness, his entire body a mass of throbbing pain. The dim light filtering through whatever grimy windows were above him barely illuminated the space, but it was enough for him to see the darkness surrounding him. He blinked, trying to adjust his swollen eyes to the shadows, but it hurt to move even that much. His face felt tight and swollen, and each shallow breath sent waves of agony through his chest.For a moment, he couldn’t remember where he was or how he’d gotten here, but then it all came rushing back—those men, the ambush, the fists raining down on him without mercy. His own blood had mixed with sweat as he fought against them, but in the end, it had been useless. They had been too many, too strong. "Stupid men... they will pay for this," Richard growled through clenched teeth, the sound rough in his dry throat. His voice barely carried in the empty space, but the anger behind his words fueled him, a spark in the darkness.He tried

Evelyn sat alone in her study, the dim light of the afternoon filtering through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the room. The air was thick with tension, and the silence was oppressive, only broken by the soft ticking of the clock on the mantel. She had been trying to distract herself with paperwork, reading over documents, invoices, anything to keep her mind from wandering to darker places. But no matter how hard she tried, her thoughts kept drifting back to Richard. Her husband. The man who had been missing for days without a word. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face—smiling, laughing, taunting—and the last time they spoke, that terrible argument replayed over and over in her head. And now, he was gone, and no one seemed to know where he was. A sharp knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, making her jump slightly. Her pulse quickened as she looked up, her eyes narrowing as she watched the door slowly open. One of her men stepped inside, his expres

The crisp night air clung to Lisa’s skin as she stepped out of the mansion, feeling the heavy weight of her thoughts pressing down on her. It was late—much later than she usually ventured out—but she needed space. Space from the suffocating silence in the house. Space from Ace’s coldness. Space from the gnawing sense of failure that had wrapped itself around her heart over the past few days.She wrapped her cardigan tighter around herself, the fabric offering little warmth against the chill creeping into her bones. The mansion's towering structure loomed behind her, a dark silhouette against the evening sky, and the quiet whispers of guards stationed at every corner only added to the oppressive feeling that had been building inside her since Ace had turned away from her yet again.She hadn’t left the grounds in weeks. Not because she wasn’t allowed—though she suspected Ace would’ve preferred it that way—but because leaving felt like giving up. It felt like abandoning the only chance s

Evelyn sat in her lavish living room, her eyes fixed on the ornate chandelier hanging above her, but her mind was far from the sparkling lights. It had been days since she received the pictures of Richard beaten and tied up, and though it unsettled her, a part of her was relieved. The silence was peaceful—no angry outbursts, no threats, no reminders of his dominance over her life.She sighed, leaning back into the plush couch, her fingers drumming against the armrest. She should’ve been working to get him back by now. Any other wife in her position would be frantic, moving heaven and earth to rescue their husband. But Evelyn... she hesitated. The truth was, she didn’t want him back. Not yet, anyway.As the days passed, a small voice in the back of her mind whispered that maybe this was the perfect opportunity. With Richard out of the way, she could focus on her own plans, her own future. She wouldn’t have to look over her shoulder or worry about his interference. His absence gave her

Ace tossed his jacket onto the couch as he walked into the living room, his face blank but his mind buzzing. He hadn’t seen Lisa all day, but that was nothing new. Lately, they’d both been doing their own thing, and honestly, he wasn’t sure how much he cared anymore. She had been making all these efforts—cooking his meals, trying to start conversations—but he just wasn’t in the mood to let her back in. Not after everything.The familiar smell of food wafted through the house, and he knew she had made something for him again. He walked past the kitchen without even glancing at the plate. He didn’t care if she made his favorite meal; nothing she did could make him forget the choice she had made. Settling into his office, Ace leaned back in his chair, staring at his phone for a moment. He hadn’t heard from Lisa in hours, and now that he thought about it, the house felt oddly empty without her. His gaze flicked to the clock on the wall. It was getting late—almost 7 p.m.—and she hadn’t t