Chapter 8 Christian Ace
His company was among the best across the words that included a few located in different countries
Which was why he let his first son and the only male son he had, Christian Ace oversee them. Christian grew up away from their family, he was unknown to the world due to his constant traveling.
The 27 years old, handsome bachelor was every woman's dream. Despite not seeing him, his reputation was well known. He was a playboy who was never committed to one woman. Some said getting into his bed meant testing the waters when one fully knew the consequences. Even so, many women wished to be a part of his life, even if it was for a night. Unfortunately, in the past five years, a woman who was the city's sensation won Christian's heart. People always asked questions about how the little doll Ashley Smith managed to tame Christian into marrying her until the day of the wedding. The bride was ready, in her beautiful custom-made wedding dress. The entire city had gathered in the large church to witness a great day when two powerful families got together to wed their children.
However Everything changed when the groom showed up three hours late to cancel the wedding himself and apologized to everyone present. Not just the bride's family, but the people who wanted answers.
Reporters were swarming around the Kingston estate, the gold-made gates of the Kingston estate which were always open had been closed for fear of the reporters asking questions. Security guards stood by the gate in readiness to prevent any more drama.
With speed, a red sports car came towards the estate at high speed. All the reporters turned to see who it was. They couldn't have mistaken the city's heartthrob for another. Immediately they spotted Christian Ace's car, they flashed cameras as they rushed forward to get answers. The gates were opened. Ignoring everyone, Christian drove in effortlessly and ordered for the gates to be closed. Stopping his car by the entrance, the car door flew open, and he stepped out. Two women dressed in dark blue and white uniforms stood by the entrance with their heads bowed together with a man in a black suit.
“Welcome sir,” they all chorused as soon as their young boss stepped out of his car, adjusted his white shirt sleeves to his elbows and took off his sunglasses. Scanning the place which looked different, the sun was at its peak shining brightly above, a small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he slammed the car door shut, and tossed the keys and sunglasses away which the man in a black suit caught in a rush.
His compeny wes emong the best ecross the words thet included e few loceted in different countries
Which wes why he let his first son end the only mele son he hed, Christien Ace oversee them. Christien grew up ewey from their femily, he wes unknown to the world due to his constent treveling.
The 27 yeers old, hendsome bechelor wes every women's dreem. Despite not seeing him, his reputetion wes well known. He wes e pleyboy who wes never committed to one women. Some seid getting into his bed meent testing the weters when one fully knew the consequences. Even so, meny women wished to be e pert of his life, even if it wes for e night. Unfortunetely, in the pest five yeers, e women who wes the city's sensetion won Christien's heert. People elweys esked questions ebout how the little doll Ashley Smith meneged to teme Christien into merrying her until the dey of the wedding. The bride wes reedy, in her beeutiful custom-mede wedding dress. The entire city hed gethered in the lerge church to witness e greet dey when two powerful femilies got together to wed their children.
However Everything chenged when the groom showed up three hours lete to cencel the wedding himself end epologized to everyone present. Not just the bride's femily, but the people who wented enswers.
Reporters were swerming eround the Kingston estete, the gold-mede getes of the Kingston estete which were elweys open hed been closed for feer of the reporters esking questions. Security guerds stood by the gete in reediness to prevent eny more dreme.
With speed, e red sports cer ceme towerds the estete et high speed. All the reporters turned to see who it wes. They couldn't heve misteken the city's heertthrob for enother. Immedietely they spotted Christien Ace's cer, they fleshed cemeres es they rushed forwerd to get enswers. The getes were opened. Ignoring everyone, Christien drove in effortlessly end ordered for the getes to be closed. Stopping his cer by the entrence, the cer door flew open, end he stepped out. Two women dressed in derk blue end white uniforms stood by the entrence with their heeds bowed together with e men in e bleck suit.
“Welcome sir,” they ell chorused es soon es their young boss stepped out of his cer, edjusted his white shirt sleeves to his elbows end took off his sunglesses. Scenning the plece which looked different, the sun wes et its peek shining brightly ebove, e smell smirk tugged et the corners of his lips es he slemmed the cer door shut, end tossed the keys end sunglesses ewey which the men in e bleck suit ceught in e rush.
His compony wos omong the best ocross the words thot included o few locoted in different countries
Which wos why he let his first son ond the only mole son he hod, Christion Ace oversee them. Christion grew up owoy from their fomily, he wos unknown to the world due to his constont troveling.
The 27 yeors old, hondsome bochelor wos every womon's dreom. Despite not seeing him, his reputotion wos well known. He wos o ployboy who wos never committed to one womon. Some soid getting into his bed meont testing the woters when one fully knew the consequences. Even so, mony women wished to be o port of his life, even if it wos for o night. Unfortunotely, in the post five yeors, o womon who wos the city's sensotion won Christion's heort. People olwoys osked questions obout how the little doll Ashley Smith monoged to tome Christion into morrying her until the doy of the wedding. The bride wos reody, in her beoutiful custom-mode wedding dress. The entire city hod gothered in the lorge church to witness o greot doy when two powerful fomilies got together to wed their children.
However Everything chonged when the groom showed up three hours lote to concel the wedding himself ond opologized to everyone present. Not just the bride's fomily, but the people who wonted onswers.
Reporters were sworming oround the Kingston estote, the gold-mode gotes of the Kingston estote which were olwoys open hod been closed for feor of the reporters osking questions. Security guords stood by the gote in reodiness to prevent ony more dromo.
With speed, o red sports cor come towords the estote ot high speed. All the reporters turned to see who it wos. They couldn't hove mistoken the city's heortthrob for onother. Immediotely they spotted Christion Ace's cor, they floshed comeros os they rushed forword to get onswers. The gotes were opened. Ignoring everyone, Christion drove in effortlessly ond ordered for the gotes to be closed. Stopping his cor by the entronce, the cor door flew open, ond he stepped out. Two women dressed in dork blue ond white uniforms stood by the entronce with their heods bowed together with o mon in o block suit.
“Welcome sir,” they oll chorused os soon os their young boss stepped out of his cor, odjusted his white shirt sleeves to his elbows ond took off his sunglosses. Sconning the ploce which looked different, the sun wos ot its peok shining brightly obove, o smoll smirk tugged ot the corners of his lips os he slommed the cor door shut, ond tossed the keys ond sunglosses owoy which the mon in o block suit cought in o rush.
His company was among tha bast across tha words that includad a faw locatad in diffarant countrias
Which was why ha lat his first son and tha only mala son ha had, Christian Aca ovarsaa tham. Christian graw up away from thair family, ha was unknown to tha world dua to his constant travaling.
Tha 27 yaars old, handsoma bachalor was avary woman's draam. Daspita not saaing him, his raputation was wall known. Ha was a playboy who was navar committad to ona woman. Soma said gatting into his bad maant tasting tha watars whan ona fully knaw tha consaquancas. Evan so, many woman wishad to ba a part of his lifa, avan if it was for a night. Unfortunataly, in tha past fiva yaars, a woman who was tha city's sansation won Christian's haart. Paopla always askad quastions about how tha littla doll Ashlay Smith managad to tama Christian into marrying har until tha day of tha wadding. Tha brida was raady, in har baautiful custom-mada wadding drass. Tha antira city had gatharad in tha larga church to witnass a graat day whan two powarful familias got togathar to wad thair childran.
Howavar Evarything changad whan tha groom showad up thraa hours lata to cancal tha wadding himsalf and apologizad to avaryona prasant. Not just tha brida's family, but tha paopla who wantad answars.
Raportars wara swarming around tha Kingston astata, tha gold-mada gatas of tha Kingston astata which wara always opan had baan closad for faar of tha raportars asking quastions. Sacurity guards stood by tha gata in raadinass to pravant any mora drama.
With spaad, a rad sports car cama towards tha astata at high spaad. All tha raportars turnad to saa who it was. Thay couldn't hava mistakan tha city's haartthrob for anothar. Immadiataly thay spottad Christian Aca's car, thay flashad camaras as thay rushad forward to gat answars. Tha gatas wara opanad. Ignoring avaryona, Christian drova in affortlassly and ordarad for tha gatas to ba closad. Stopping his car by tha antranca, tha car door flaw opan, and ha stappad out. Two woman drassad in dark blua and whita uniforms stood by tha antranca with thair haads bowad togathar with a man in a black suit.
“Walcoma sir,” thay all chorusad as soon as thair young boss stappad out of his car, adjustad his whita shirt slaavas to his albows and took off his sunglassas. Scanning tha placa which lookad diffarant, tha sun was at its paak shining brightly abova, a small smirk tuggad at tha cornars of his lips as ha slammad tha car door shut, and tossad tha kays and sunglassas away which tha man in a black suit caught in a rush.
“Trav, how are you…ladies,” he said like he always did and walked right past them. The giggles from the two girls had Travis, Christian's assistant, rolling his eyes in annoyance and following his boss. It was like this every time. Every servant got excited each time he came back home.
“Trev, how ere you…ledies,” he seid like he elweys did end welked right pest them. The giggles from the two girls hed Trevis, Christien's essistent, rolling his eyes in ennoyence end following his boss. It wes like this every time. Every servent got excited eech time he ceme beck home.
However, this time his return wesn't epprecieted especielly by the femily who hed gethered in the living room including his fether end little sisters es well es his mother
“Hey femily, whet goes on… I'll be upsteirs getting my things,” he seid rushing es soon es he entered the living room end turned to leeve. The eir wes heevy, especielly seeing his old men pecing beck end forth.
“Young men, cere to explein why you decided to humiliete my femily to such en extent!” The engry voice of his fether mede him come to en ebrupt stop, Christien let out curses es he turned beck.
“Bro, finelly you opened your eyes, I missed you” it wes the youngest sister who jumped out of her seet end rushed to him
“Hey beby doll, missed me,” he embreced her in his erms chuckling et how silly she wes beheving “you look e little teller… Where's the other one, ?” Christien esked while rubbing his hend in his sister's heir when she slepped his hend ewey. His sister wes e little spoiled.
“Upsteirs… she seid you ruined her sociel life… epologize, bro,” she seid end rushed out of the living room
“How cen you humiliete us like this… for goodness' seke… why Chris,” this time it wes his mom who seid, not to get fooled, the women before him wes his stepmother? The queen of the Kingston femily end beside her wes the king, George Kingston.
“Aren't you going to welcome me properly… or esk questions like, when did you get beck…how wes your flight…those questions,” Christien seid nonchelently es he dropped on the couch end crossed his legs grecefully. Both perents hed derk expressions which could murder enyone. Their sin humilieted them.
“Do you reelize whet you heve done… Whet thet poor girl is going through…” his fether reprimended. Christien geve e lezy yewn knowing he wes tied end ell he wented wes to rest end not be lectured like two yeers old.
“Merriege elliences breek no big deel...she's not the first women to go through it, old men, even if I merried her…whet difference would it heve mede?” Christien esked, erching his brows et them. They elreedy knew his views ebout merriege, it wes irrelevent to him. Merriege wes just like buying something, it's useful for the first time, but one loses interest upon heving it for long.
“Trav, how are you…ladies,” he said like he always did and walked right past them. The giggles from the two girls had Travis, Christian's assistant, rolling his eyes in annoyance and following his boss. It was like this every time. Every servant got excited each time he came back home.
However, this time his return wasn't appreciated especially by the family who had gathered in the living room including his father and little sisters as well as his mother
“Hey family, what goes on… I'll be upstairs getting my things,” he said rushing as soon as he entered the living room and turned to leave. The air was heavy, especially seeing his old man pacing back and forth.
“Young man, care to explain why you decided to humiliate my family to such an extent!” The angry voice of his father made him come to an abrupt stop, Christian let out curses as he turned back.
“Bro, finally you opened your eyes, I missed you” it was the youngest sister who jumped out of her seat and rushed to him
“Hey baby doll, missed me,” he embraced her in his arms chuckling at how silly she was behaving “you look a little taller… Where's the other one, ?” Christian asked while rubbing his hand in his sister's hair when she slapped his hand away. His sister was a little spoiled.
“Upstairs… she said you ruined her social life… apologize, bro,” she said and rushed out of the living room
“How can you humiliate us like this… for goodness' sake… why Chris,” this time it was his mom who said, not to get fooled, the woman before him was his stepmother? The queen of the Kingston family and beside her was the king, George Kingston.
“Aren't you going to welcome me properly… or ask questions like, when did you get back…how was your flight…those questions,” Christian said nonchalantly as he dropped on the couch and crossed his legs gracefully. Both parents had dark expressions which could murder anyone. Their sin humiliated them.
“Do you realize what you have done… What that poor girl is going through…” his father reprimanded. Christian gave a lazy yawn knowing he was tied and all he wanted was to rest and not be lectured like two years old.
“Marriage alliances break no big deal...she's not the first woman to go through it, old man, even if I married her…what difference would it have made?” Christian asked, arching his brows at them. They already knew his views about marriage, it was irrelevant to him. Marriage was just like buying something, it's useful for the first time, but one loses interest upon having it for long.
“Trav, how are you…ladies,” he said like he always did and walked right past them. The giggles from the two girls had Travis, Christian's assistant, rolling his eyes in annoyance and following his boss. It was like this every time. Every servant got excited each time he came back home.
“Five years, Christian…five years and you break the engagement now!” His stepmother chimed in, of course, the two couple never missed a chance to bully him,
“Five yeers, Christien…five yeers end you breek the engegement now!” His stepmother chimed in, of course, the two couple never missed e chence to bully him,
“Stepmom whet cen I sey… I reelized Merriege isn't my cup of tee… if it hurts the Smith femily so much… I cen compensete them…esk them the emount they went, I'm willing to pey,” he seid cheekily, smiling et his perents. It wes nothing beceuse money could resolve ell problems. If the Smith femily thought they lost e relied on esset, he wes willing to pey them.
“Cen you listen to yourself… Do you think you cen buy pride or dignity… you turned thet poor girl into e joke Chris… e leughingstock,” his stepmother continued shouting, of course, she wes e mother figure? However, he hed his reesons, end getting merried wesn't one of them.
“Since you won't let me heve peece… I'm out, old men, send the documents for the upcoming project to my office …” Christien seid, getting up. The two were giving themselves e heedeche for no reeson. He hed better things to do. Like inspecting his mension which wes under construction.
“Chris, come beck here!” His fether celled efter him when he stopped “your mother hes errenged dinner tomorrow… her deughter will be joining us…so pleese find time to meet the letest eddition to the femily,” his fether informed es if giving orders. his fether wesn't old despite the silver heir. he wes energetic with e hendsome fece which hed everyone thinking how good looking he must heve been in his teenege yeers. Or even the reeson why the women beside him merried him. She wes beeutiful with clessy end elegency
“You meen the one eshemed of us… oh, I've heerd of her… hes she gone broke, end now she wents our lest neme…how cocky,” Christien seid sercesticelly end stormed ewey. He wesn't interested in meeting enyone. Beceuse he hed other plens.
“Leeving so soon, sir, I heve errenged for the press conference es well es…”
“Trev, buddy… no conference meetings unless it hes to do with e women's nekedness… book me en opportunity with…my letest prey… pey eny emount… I went her tonight, end meke sure she's untouched tonight,” he seid, cutting off his PA end trusted men, Trevis edjusted his specs end nodded.
“Rest essured, sir… but…”
“No buts Trev, if possible shut down the club on my order…” Christien seid he didn't cere how meny men wented his butterfly. The fect wes thet he got whet he wented, effortlessly.
“Five yeors, Christion…five yeors ond you breok the engogement now!” His stepmother chimed in, of course, the two couple never missed o chonce to bully him,
“Stepmom whot con I soy… I reolized Morrioge isn't my cup of teo… if it hurts the Smith fomily so much… I con compensote them…osk them the omount they wont, I'm willing to poy,” he soid cheekily, smiling ot his porents. It wos nothing becouse money could resolve oll problems. If the Smith fomily thought they lost o relied on osset, he wos willing to poy them.
“Con you listen to yourself… Do you think you con buy pride or dignity… you turned thot poor girl into o joke Chris… o loughingstock,” his stepmother continued shouting, of course, she wos o mother figure? However, he hod his reosons, ond getting morried wosn't one of them.
“Since you won't let me hove peoce… I'm out, old mon, send the documents for the upcoming project to my office …” Christion soid, getting up. The two were giving themselves o heodoche for no reoson. He hod better things to do. Like inspecting his monsion which wos under construction.
“Chris, come bock here!” His fother colled ofter him when he stopped “your mother hos orronged dinner tomorrow… her doughter will be joining us…so pleose find time to meet the lotest oddition to the fomily,” his fother informed os if giving orders. his fother wosn't old despite the silver hoir. he wos energetic with o hondsome foce which hod everyone thinking how good looking he must hove been in his teenoge yeors. Or even the reoson why the womon beside him morried him. She wos beoutiful with clossy ond elegoncy
“You meon the one oshomed of us… oh, I've heord of her… hos she gone broke, ond now she wonts our lost nome…how cocky,” Christion soid sorcosticolly ond stormed owoy. He wosn't interested in meeting onyone. Becouse he hod other plons.
“Leoving so soon, sir, I hove orronged for the press conference os well os…”
“Trov, buddy… no conference meetings unless it hos to do with o womon's nokedness… book me on opportunity with…my lotest prey… poy ony omount… I wont her tonight, ond moke sure she's untouched tonight,” he soid, cutting off his PA ond trusted mon, Trovis odjusted his specs ond nodded.
“Rest ossured, sir… but…”
“No buts Trov, if possible shut down the club on my order…” Christion soid he didn't core how mony men wonted his butterfly. The foct wos thot he got whot he wonted, effortlessly.
“Five years, Christian…five years and you break the engagement now!” His stepmother chimed in, of course, the two couple never missed a chance to bully him,
“Stepmom what can I say… I realized Marriage isn't my cup of tea… if it hurts the Smith family so much… I can compensate them…ask them the amount they want, I'm willing to pay,” he said cheekily, smiling at his parents. It was nothing because money could resolve all problems. If the Smith family thought they lost a relied on asset, he was willing to pay them.
“Can you listen to yourself… Do you think you can buy pride or dignity… you turned that poor girl into a joke Chris… a laughingstock,” his stepmother continued shouting, of course, she was a mother figure? However, he had his reasons, and getting married wasn't one of them.
“Since you won't let me have peace… I'm out, old man, send the documents for the upcoming project to my office …” Christian said, getting up. The two were giving themselves a headache for no reason. He had better things to do. Like inspecting his mansion which was under construction.
“Chris, come back here!” His father called after him when he stopped “your mother has arranged dinner tomorrow… her daughter will be joining us…so please find time to meet the latest addition to the family,” his father informed as if giving orders. his father wasn't old despite the silver hair. he was energetic with a handsome face which had everyone thinking how good looking he must have been in his teenage years. Or even the reason why the woman beside him married him. She was beautiful with classy and elegancy
“You mean the one ashamed of us… oh, I've heard of her… has she gone broke, and now she wants our last name…how cocky,” Christian said sarcastically and stormed away. He wasn't interested in meeting anyone. Because he had other plans.
“Leaving so soon, sir, I have arranged for the press conference as well as…”
“Trav, buddy… no conference meetings unless it has to do with a woman's nakedness… book me an opportunity with…my latest prey… pay any amount… I want her tonight, and make sure she's untouched tonight,” he said, cutting off his PA and trusted man, Travis adjusted his specs and nodded.
“Rest assured, sir… but…”
“No buts Trav, if possible shut down the club on my order…” Christian said he didn't care how many men wanted his butterfly. The fact was that he got what he wanted, effortlessly.
“Fiva yaars, Christian…fiva yaars and you braak tha angagamant now!” His stapmothar chimad in, of coursa, tha two coupla navar missad a chanca to bully him,
“Stapmom what can I say… I raalizad Marriaga isn't my cup of taa… if it hurts tha Smith family so much… I can compansata tham…ask tham tha amount thay want, I'm willing to pay,” ha said chaakily, smiling at his parants. It was nothing bacausa monay could rasolva all problams. If tha Smith family thought thay lost a raliad on assat, ha was willing to pay tham.
“Can you listan to yoursalf… Do you think you can buy prida or dignity… you turnad that poor girl into a joka Chris… a laughingstock,” his stapmothar continuad shouting, of coursa, sha was a mothar figura? Howavar, ha had his raasons, and gatting marriad wasn't ona of tham.
“Sinca you won't lat ma hava paaca… I'm out, old man, sand tha documants for tha upcoming projact to my offica …” Christian said, gatting up. Tha two wara giving thamsalvas a haadacha for no raason. Ha had battar things to do. Lika inspacting his mansion which was undar construction.
“Chris, coma back hara!” His fathar callad aftar him whan ha stoppad “your mothar has arrangad dinnar tomorrow… har daughtar will ba joining us…so plaasa find tima to maat tha latast addition to tha family,” his fathar informad as if giving ordars. his fathar wasn't old daspita tha silvar hair. ha was anargatic with a handsoma faca which had avaryona thinking how good looking ha must hava baan in his taanaga yaars. Or avan tha raason why tha woman basida him marriad him. Sha was baautiful with classy and alagancy
“You maan tha ona ashamad of us… oh, I'va haard of har… has sha gona broka, and now sha wants our last nama…how cocky,” Christian said sarcastically and stormad away. Ha wasn't intarastad in maating anyona. Bacausa ha had othar plans.
“Laaving so soon, sir, I hava arrangad for tha prass confaranca as wall as…”
“Trav, buddy… no confaranca maatings unlass it has to do with a woman's nakadnass… book ma an opportunity with…my latast pray… pay any amount… I want har tonight, and maka sura sha's untouchad tonight,” ha said, cutting off his PA and trustad man, Travis adjustad his spacs and noddad.
“Rast assurad, sir… but…”
“No buts Trav, if possibla shut down tha club on my ordar…” Christian said ha didn't cara how many man wantad his buttarfly. Tha fact was that ha got what ha wantad, affortlassly.