Ace Trappola Novels & Stories

I asked, trying to make sure that I heard the figure correctly. “Yes, sir.” His response was swift. “Is there any problem? Do you need us to block the transaction?” The manager asked. I shook my head. “No, it’s okay,” I assured him. “Thank you for calling me.” As the call ended, I couldn’t help but let out a disbelieving laugh. What did Ava buy that would sum up to $500k? That was a lot of money to spend in less than three hours at the mall. I was stunned.

Rachel's POV "That’s your husband?” Emilia cocked her head toward where Alan and his friends were sitting. “That isn’t a human, Rachel. That’s a fucking greek god.” “Damn,” Mark sighed beside me. “I can’t believe that’s what you were complaining about.”

Did she not know that Theodore was a Mafia boss? I asked, "Don't you know?" Fiona gripped my arm tightly, her body shaking; she sobbed, imploring me in a whisper: "I didn't know he was such a dangerous person. If I knew then…I……." "Now that you regret it, it is too late. That man is better than that bastard Charles; why did you betray him? If I were your husband, when I was deceived by the person I trusted and loved for five years, I would also want to kill her immediately."

she pleaded, her lower lip trembling. "Forgive you?" Ace took a threatening step towards her, making her stumble back. "After what you did and were doing God knows for how many months, you dare to tell me to forgive you? One thing you should know working for me these years is that, I hate betrayers, Liza! And you just did that." When Liza could barely stand up on her feet, Arthur was too relaxed on the chair, watching the whole drama to unfold. Shouldn't he be as mad as Ace after knowing what she did?

That day, Anne was about to tell Rebecca to lower the price when Jessica called and told them the good news. "On the condition that I consult you first, a man agreed to pay $100 million for the first night." Anne had not anticipated that anyone would agree to spend such a large sum for one night. "In what condition?" she inquired. "Become his mistress for the next five years!"

He placed a call to Pato and as he was coming out of his office, he saw Sandra. Sandra, a petite brunette lady with freckles on her face extended her arms to hug Alexander. Sandy as he often called her, was Alexander's ex-girlfriend. She was on Jean trousers that accentuated her ass and a white mesh top and wore high heels. They broke up on good terms as she had found out that he was a Mafia boss and couldn't continue the relationship. That was the story she had told him but she had broken up with him because she felt he was too aggressive and dominant. She often came on random visits to see him and occasionally, request for money after having sex with him. Alexander had forgotten about her

Deza moved back to the stove and moved around as I tried not to react. "Just her? If I recall, I only saw her." I finished my coffee and got up to help her plate up the tacos. "We're bringing in a few well-known actresses. Trish Desmount and Dani Lee." She turned and handed me a plate with three tacos on it. "You're trying to fatten me up. I should take a picture of this. It's proof." I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "This looks great, but I'm not kissing Dani Lee. She's a bipolar witch with voodoo dolls. I'm pretty sure my left nut hurts all the time from her playing with those dolls’ balls."

Although she's older than Bethel and I, she is fun to be with and unlike other grumpy ones here,she's so simple and she speaks so high of Bryan and she knows alot about him. Few minutes later I wa don , well don't blame me the meal was good and I don't want Bryan and his friends meeting me here. I stood up and took my plate to the kitchen and I also took a packet of chips and a glass of juice. All this was ready for my chat time with Bethel. I placed it carefully in a tray ready to move when some one came in. Seriously the least of the people I want to see Clara one of the most grumpy maids in here. I've never seen a maid so proud. She hissed at me and I just took my tray of goodies and left

He took her elbow and headed into the elevator tugging her with him chatting enthusiastically about Mr Deacon, the Psychiatrist who had agreed to see her. Trina said nothing, just nodded her head in the right places she was too afraid of what was to come for inane speech. Samuel Deacon was a handsome, older man in his forties who knew his worth, he was the Psychiatrist all of Hollywood turned to, as well as many top Politicians. His work had made him a millionaire several times over and he had the lascivious lifestyle it afforded, a large Hollywood mansion, servants to do the menial work, several sports cars and a trophy wife. He also had four mistresses and a private life that involved memb

It's not been easy for anyone seeing his constant appearance on the television. I myself have been working tirelessly behind the scenes, gathering evidence and building a case to ease his feelings. I've had a few close calls. Like the last time I was snooping around the warehouse, I almost got caught. But I didn't give up. I couldn't give up. Not after everything I've seen and everything I've learned. Jasper's treatment of those around him has been horrifying. He manipulated, used, and hurt people without a second thought. And Quinn... I knocked on the door, and she opened it, looking more beautiful than ever in this pregn glow. This newfound peace definitely agrees with her, and it's amazin