The Trap Of Ace Novels & Stories

I had no sympathy for him in the slightest. Ace scoffed, stripping his suit off until his bare torso and chest were shown in front of my watchful eyes. For some reason, I couldn't hate this man today. Even though he was cursing me, calling me 'fool', everything sounded reasonable. I trusted Alex way too fast from the beginning. That's why, he managed to use me until I fell for his trap. Ace's deep voice echoed in the room threatening, " Since you don't want to be a good wife.. let's start with your teaching today, Princesspessa! Get on the bed and turn your back for me!! You know the rules don't you?"

I pushed my chair back, ready to leave when a slew of waiters carrying trays chose than exact moment to walk over to our table. I was trapped in a place I didn’t want to be with a man who wanted nothing more than my body and that thought alone made a shiver run through me. I now understood why parents warned their children never to go out with a stranger. I was now ripping the consequences of my actions and there was no one to blame but myself.

It completely overturned the logic of a normal financial case. While I waited, I could roughly guess the root of the system bug. Caleb's system rule was that after a single target ate or drank something from him, it would transfer that single person's funds. But he had never imagined that I would pour that special bottle of water into the alumni event's dedicated soup pot. Hundreds of school leaders, business figures, teachers, and students had all drunk or eaten from that pot. The system couldn't process this many people consuming it at once, so it triggered an indiscriminate full-transfer backlash.

Trey looked shocked, and then a big smile came across his face. "It is going to be alright," Trey says, grabbing my hand and kissing it. " Wait, what the fuck are you doing here?" "Good to see you too, Ava." "I mean, you were kidnapped," I said, looking Trey up and down. "I was, and now I am not." "How?" Trey took a deep breath. "Bieve, let me go; your old boss has been arrested." "I hope Bieve has been arrested as well?" I asked, looking more intently at Trey. "She has been admitted into an institution." "Bieve is not crazy," I said, starting to get mad. "She has had a psychotic break. She was raving about how she wanted to cut your babies out of you and wear your skin." "What the fuck Trey

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

"I'm asking you why you did this!" Maurice grabbed one of the photos. When he saw what it was, his face darkened. "You had someone investigate me? Araminta, after all these years of marriage, don't we even have this bit of trust?" Araminta laughed bitterly. "Trust? You talk about trust? You're cheating on me right under my nose and still have the nerve to speak of trust? What did you take me for, Maurice?" Araminta's voice was hoarse with frustration. Everything was spiraling out of control, and she felt trapped.

My legs gave out under me as I slumped onto the ground. Putting my head in my hands, I finally realized why the other man had slapped the back of my head. He was probably worried that I would run away, so he gave me an aphrodisiac. I fought hard to keep my consciousness as I crawled toward the light. I was so close. So close. If only I could escape… Someone grabbed my arm. I held on to the doorframe, though I was unable to see what was beyond the door. I heard the man behind me say, "That's not the exit. Let's go."

The devil already knew that Ace’s colleagues had succeeded in planting a thought in his mind so the best thing that could be done by the devil was to magnify that thought. It got to a point where Ace couldn’t successfully come online on social media without seeing a post or an article that talked about DNA Test. It felt like the whole universe was in sync with passing the information across to him. Every post or article he saw magnified the thought and made him more vulnerable to actually conducting the test. He tried to fight it but just couldn’t and finally succumbed one fateful day.

Nina also had no wish to stay around this man; she wanted to stay as far as possible since she knew this man could trigger her old trauma again. Ace looked at her, leaving back with a cold expression, but behind this cold expression, there was a hidden thought in his mind; his mind drifted in many directions; he thought Damian Welsh wouldn't come to trouble them since he knew Noah was not a match, but since Damian Welsh decided to drag him back to the mansion, which means he has hidden intention in his mind. Ace fisted his hands on both sides angrily. Now, he felt he was standing in an endless tunnel where he couldn't find a way out. He felt like he was drowning in a bottomless pit.

He held Edwin’s hand, saying “Edwin, you don’t have to worry about me. I swear I won’t tell this to anyone. You can trust me on this.” His eyes held sincerity which got noticed by Edwin. Though he didn’t want to trust him, his blue eyes kept convincing to believe him. Edwin asked “You always looked for the opportunities to torture me, how can I really believe you won’t use this?” “Edwin...” Ace looked sharply into his eyes. “It was past. I don’t want to do that to you anymore. If you ever feel that I revealed the truth about you to anyone... just announce that... Ace is also a gay.”