His FAKE wife

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I saw a few comments on my TikTok which I did address there on my TikTok page but I also would like to address it here on my wattpad.

Yes I chose a super basic name for my male MC.

The name 'Ace ' itself has been used in multiple Mafia and other stories.

People think I picked the name for him only to get more views because of the book itself 'ACE' by the author @xdailydolanx

And that was not my intention I did not choose the name Ace just to get views. 

Yes I chose the super basic name, and that's only because I wanted my story to be published as soon as possible for you guys to read.

I had to spent almost 2 weeks picking out a perfect name for my male MC but after no ideas and as well after googling and researching different names for him I stick with the super basic one Ace De Luca.

I apologize if that offended you. I never wanted to bring my views up. I just want people to love my story And to  love my writing from my writing.

Thank you for everyone who has supported me throughout this amazing journey and I love you all. 

thank you so much.

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I've held my anger in.

Ace not believing me.

Tying me to a fucking chair.

I wanted to slap him, and quite literally punch him in the face. But held it in. As much as I keep pushing those thoughts away, they keep coming back. I brushed them off, yes.

But....

I've lost a lot of things to anger. I lost love once I didn't want to lose it again. "Are you doing okay?" Ace asked me. "Fine. Absolutely fine." I mumble.

"Okay. Well, the interior design girl is coming over today around 2:00 so keep that in mind." He tells me.

"Sure, for sure." I keep the conversation simple. "Well, I gotta head out-"

"I know no need to tell me." I smile at him. He returns the smile and heads out. I look to my right and see Ace left his phone. "Ace, wait," I say, rushing to grab the phone and leaving my room. I took a scan around.

Nowhere.

"Will, did Ace leave?" I question him. He shakes his head 'no'. "to the basement actually" he points to a doorway to which I know is not the basement.

"You sure?"

"yes, ma'am." I turn around and open the door, heading down. It was completely dark. Yes, I could have turned back.

But why would I? Soon there was a little bit of light. I stop my tracks to a door, with a pin code pad. "Password? Why would you need a password?" I think.

I began to think about the possible passwords. Ace's name? And typed that in. innocent. "Shit" I mutter. "My name?" I question.

I typed that in. correct.

Huh.

I began walking forward. From look wise it was like a jail cell, in the police station but much more strong, and I mean along with bars there was unbreakable glass.

My eyes widened at the sight of François in a jail cell locked up completely. "Oh my god," I whisper. "Listen François my patient level is dropping, why the fuck suffer when you can literally just tell me where he's hiding?!" Ace scoffs.