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“Just… holding back. Maybe there’s more to the story. Maybe he’s protecting himself.” “Or you,” Ace said. “Maybe.” I rubbed my temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache. “He said he was trying to protect me from pain. But how is that supposed to help me? I can’t move on from something I don’t understand.” Ace didn’t respond right away. He just watched me, his gaze thoughtful. Then he turned and flipped the burner off before moving closer. “You know,” he said softly, “you don’t owe anyone your trust. Not even him. If something doesn’t feel right, you listen to that.”

But she still fell in love with Jasper. So, if she broke the rule, was Ace going to punish her and Jasper? “I wouldn’t be able to bear it.” Ace looked outside the window and said with a hoarse voice. He could not bear to punish Summer, but he could make Jasper disappear. “I won’t make any mistakes anymore.” Summer took a deep breath. She dared not. She dared not imagine what she would do if Ace hurt Jasper. Ace was like Pandora’s box. If no one opened it, it was so beautiful that it was dazzling, but once opened, everything would be destroyed.

Let's get some facts straight so we don't get confused Ace is the male lead of the book, he has never been in love, and the only type of love he has ever felt is familial love from his Grandfather and Ms. Mary, his nanny. That is why it seems he's messing things up with Sky, he has no clue what he's doing or feeling.

"Babe, will you get mad because I brought Hector along without your permission?" Howard pinched my cheek. His fingers seemed to hold the power to ease my awkwardness with a mere touch. The date I expected was interrupted. However, seeing as how Hector was as striking as Howard, I naturally told Howard not to worry. After what happened, I no longer had the desire to do anything. Just then, I felt hungry, so I suggested we eat dinner together. I said, "There's a place nearby that sells splendid stews. Let's have dinner and come back to have a good rest—"

EPILOGUE THREE ACE’S POINT OF VIEW If you had told me back in our Westridge days, when I was the guy who carried the evidence of my trauma like a shield; the guy who only lived off chaos, and the havoc he wreaked, the guy who’d sworn off love, and any form of emotional connections, that I would one day trade my craziness for a spitfire of a woman, and a pair of toddlers who treat me like a human jungle gym, I would have bet my entire inheritance against you. But I’m a gambler…….And it turns out, for the first time in my life, I finally hit the jackpot. "Ace! If you don't catch your son before he tackles the Christmas tree, I am taking your limited edition card sets and throwing them in the l

Ace had always had people coming around despite his wrongs and that made him feel extraordinary, empowering, belittling, and keep him wanting more. So what if the roles changed, will that lead him to an early grave? Eloïse thought as she pretentiously scanned through a magazine while they waited to board the plane in a few minutes. Before her next eye-blink, Eloïse's left hand detached from the magazine and was being pulled alongside her body by a force unknown to physics to a place yet to be known by geography. She grumbled, sighed, frowned, then let herself be led by Ace. It was in the belligerent surroundings of the airport's toilet that Ace finally let go of her arm. "Jesus! What has com

I asked shaking my head. "He wants me, and I want to save you." "What if he's lying? Or if it's a trap. What if he's just trying to lure you so he can kill you?" Ace smiled, cupping my cheeks. "You're so beautiful." "Ace, I'm serious. I don't want you to go, I don't trust him one bit. I'm scared."

I had to bite down onto my lower lip to prevent myself from letting out a squeak of surprise, trying my best to play it cool, "You know, there are better ways to solve your problems. You don't always have to kill people." Ace released one of my thighs and brought his hand above the table to grab a sugar sachet. He then brought the small packet to his mouth, squeezing my thigh a little harder while he used his teeth to tear the top open. The entire time he held me captive with his intense, heated glare. "I'm sorry," he finally said, dropping the sugar into the coffee cup and stirring, "I don't know what you're talking about." "You know exactly what—" "No, I don't," he snapped, effectively put

I quickly stood up from Ace's lap and was about to go back to Sophia but I noticed someone was already sitting with her which meant— "Seems like Soph already has company. You can sit with me. I won't bite," Ace said, smirking. I bit the inside of my mouth then sat beside him. After a few minutes, I got bored and decided to pick up my phone to read an ebook. I scrolled through my catalog of books then finally settled on one that caught my eye. It was erotica. One of my favorite genres.

Memories—her laughter, her touch, her voice—rushed in, suffocating him. "I can’t lose you, Jenny," he whispered hoarsely, his forehead pressing to the cold floor. "I only have you." ~~~VELENO CLAN~~~ MIDNIGHT Ace stood outside, a cigarette dangling loosely between his fingers, the ember glowing like a small threat in the dark. His glass mask caught the moonlight, making him look more ghost than man. Smoke curled around his face as he scrolled through his phone, his thumb stopping on a single name: Snow.