Novels by Ace Wolf

ROLAND GRAY & ASSOCIATES The doors swung open as Gale Harrington walked in, dressed in navy blue suit and expensive cologne. The receptionist gave him a respectful nod as he passed, and within seconds, he was stepping into the private office of Roland Gray himself.Roland stood, buttoning his blazer. “Mr. Harrington,” he said with a professional smile. “Always a pleasure.”“Thanks for seeing me on short notice,” Gale replied, shaking his hand briefly before taking the seat across the desk.“Of course. You sounded... urgent.”Gale reached into his briefcase and retrieved a slim, leather-bound folder. “These are the documents I mentioned on the phone. From the Grayson acquisition period.”Roland took them calmly, placed on his reading glasses, and began flipping through the pages. He said nothing at first, only the occasional sound of turning paper broke the silence. But the slight furrow in his brow deepened as he moved from one document to the next.Gale sat back, watching him caref

GALE'S MANSIONGale sat on the long couch in their lounge, flipping absently through a tablet screen. Beside him, Laura scrolled through her phone, occasionally looking up to share her thoughts with enthusiasm.“I think we should go with the gold-accented centerpieces for the reception tables,” she said, barely noticing he hadn’t responded to the last five things she mentioned. “It adds that royal touch. What do you think?”Silence.Laura looked up. “Gale.”He didn’t answer. His eyes were still on the tablet, but his fingers had stopped scrolling.“Gale!” she snapped.He flinched slightly and turned to her. “What?”She scoffed and dropped her phone on the coffee table. “Seriously? You’ve barely said two words. Are you even listening?”Gale forced a smile. "Of course, I'm listening. Go on."Laura sighed and continued. “…and by the way, I told the stylist that the dress for the after-party has to have Swarovski stones. Not those cheap crystals they tried to pass off earlier. Can you ima

AUNT KATE'S HOUSE The aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly buttered toast filled the air. Aunt Kate moved around her kitchen with ease. Leah stood beside her by the counter, helping with plating.Scott sat at the breakfast table, scrolling through his phone. The early morning surprise visit and the spontaneous birthday celebration had warmed his heart more than he’d admit. For once, things felt simple.Leah walked to him with a playful smirk. “Hey, don’t just sit there looking like a guest. Come help us.”Scott held up both hands. “I’ve learned to stay out of the way when women are cooking. You taught me that the hard way.”“Smart man,” Aunt Kate said as she brought over the first plate, setting it in front of him. “But you can set the juice glasses at least.”Leah dropped into the seat beside him with a mock groan. “He’s spoiled.”“I’m efficient,” Scott corrected with a grin.The three of them began to eat, light laughter weaving through bits of conversation about cakes, Leah’s run-i

Scott sat behind his desk in the quiet of his private office. He heard the soft knock a second before the door opened and Mr. David stepped in, briefcase in hand.“Thanks for coming,” Scott said, motioning toward the seat across from him.“Of course,” Mr. David replied, setting his case down and taking a seat. “You said you had something important to show me?”Scott turned the screen of his laptop toward him and tapped a few keys. “I got these from someone on the inside—Mr. Evans, my former accountant. Cara helped get it all compiled and verified.”Mr. David leaned forward, his brows knitting as he studied the folder Scott opened. Spreadsheets, scanned memos, email screenshots, and financial statements filled the screen.“Start here,” Scott said, clicking on a particular document. “This memo is from Gale to the board’s interim chair right after the company was handed over. It outlines a supposed internal ‘restructure’—but look at the date. That restructure began before the sale was ev

Leah’s eyes lit up the moment she saw the cake. It was a stunning two-tier masterpiece—elegant swirls of gold frosting, tiny edible flowers scattered across the smooth fondant, and a minimalist topper that read “For Someone Special.” It was perfect for Aunt Kate.“I’d like this one,” she said with a warm smile, pointing it out.The shop attendant, a middle-aged woman in a cream uniform, gave Leah a hesitant look. She glanced briefly at Leah’s simple outfit—jeans, a soft blue top, no flashy jewelry or designer labels—and then back at the cake. Her smile grew tight.“Um… perhaps I could show you something from our smaller collection?” she said, voice careful. “We have a more affordable range on the other side. Still lovely options…”Leah raised an eyebrow, catching the subtle implication. “I said I wanted this one.”Just then, the beaded curtain from the tasting room fluttered, and out walked Laura, laughing with her friend. But her laughter stopped the second she noticed Leah.The timi

Laura sat on the couch with one leg elegantly crossed over the other, a glass of champagne in hand. Her best friend, Camilla, sat beside her, eyeing the stylists as they paraded dress after dress into the room.A stylist stepped forward, holding up a sleek white gown with delicate lace detail along the sleeves.“This one is from our classic couture collection,” she said. “Elegant, timeless—”Laura didn’t even look up. “I said I wanted a statement, not something someone’s aunt wore to her third wedding.”The stylist's smile faltered, but she quickly signaled the assistant to bring the next.Another dress came in—form-fitting with feathers and pearl details.“This is trending right now—”“I don’t follow trends,” Laura interrupted, swirling her champagne. “I set them. Next.”Camilla chuckled into her glass. “She’s not wrong.”The stylists exchanged glances, already visibly nervous.A third brought in a more daring piece—glittering gold embroidery, high slit, backless.“Better,” Laura sai