Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love From Hell: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Sasha pulled her car into an abandoned parking lot near the edge of the city, where Ivy had instructed her to meet. The night was thick and heavy with the scent of rain that had yet to fall, and the only light came from a flickering streetlamp casting distorted shadows over the cracked asphalt. Sasha parked under the dim light, her heart pounding with fear and determination.She stepped out of the car, her eyes scanning the darkness. She pulled her hood up, her black mask concealing her face. This was not a meeting she could afford to be careless with. Not with the Russians actively plotting against her, not with Rico breathing down her neck. Every step she took felt weighted, each moment dragging her deeper into a world she could never escape from.A car door slammed shut behind her, and Sasha spun around, hand instinctively dropping to the concealed blade strapped to her thigh. Ivy was walking toward her, holding a small, sealed envelope. Her expression was serious, tension lining

Sasha adjusted her grip on the wheelchair as she guided Chris up the long driveway to the Miller mansion, he could walk it was just one of the ways he could save his strength as he recovered. It had been a long day at the hospital—paperwork, last-minute checkups, and the awkward exchange of pleasantries with the nurses who had grown to know Chris over the months. Her father’s black SUV pulled in behind them, Amanda got out and gently lifted Chris’s bag from the trunk. Chris had requested to live with her. He did not want to live in the Brooks Mansion. “Welcome home, Chris,” Sasha said softly as she pushed open the heavy front doors, the familiar scent of cedarwood and polished floors enveloping them. Chris glanced around, his eyes wide, taking in the high ceilings, the sparkling chandeliers, and the ornate furnishings. “This… this is where I’ll be living?” he asked, his voice both nervous and hopeful. Sasha smiled, nodding. “Yeah, Chris. You’re home. Your room’s all set up.” B

The night was silent when Sasha arrived at the hideout, a secluded warehouse on the outskirts of town that Big Tom used as a base for operations that needed to stay off the radar. Her heart pounded as she climbed out of the car, her mind still reeling from the events of the past day. She hadn’t slept since she saw Eve’s lifeless body on the cold ground. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her friend’s bruised and bloodied face, and it only fueled her anger.Big Tom was waiting for her, arms crossed and a grim expression on his face. He nodded as she approached, gesturing for her to follow him into the building.“You got it?” Sasha asked, her voice steady but laced with fury.Big Tom nodded. “I did. It took some work, but I managed to pull the footage from the club’s security system. We’re the only ones with it now. No one else will see this—especially not the cops.”“Good,” Sasha replied, her voice cold. “I don’t want anyone else involved. This is personal.”He led her into a smal

Rico squinted against the early morning light as he arrived at the beach. The police had already cordoned off the area, yellow tape fluttering in the breeze. A small crowd of onlookers had gathered, murmuring to each other, but the officers kept them at a distance. As he stepped out of his car, one of his men approached.“Boss, you’re not gonna like this,” his lieutenant muttered, a grim look in his eyes.Rico frowned, feeling a knot tighten in his stomach. He had been following Carlos’s movements for weeks, hoping to get answers about Jack’s death and uncover any link to Hades. But now, seeing the grim faces of the officers and the morbid curiosity of the onlookers, he knew something had gone very, very wrong.“Where is he?” Rico asked, his voice low.The lieutenant gestured toward the edge of the tape. “They’ve got him laid out by the shoreline. He washed up earlier this morning. It’s… bad.”Rico nodded, then approached the cluster of police officers who were discussing the case amo

Rico sat in his car, fingers drumming against the steering wheel as he read through the final report on Eve’s background. Her name and image flickered in his mind, framed by the grainy photograph in the dossier. The more he read, the more the pieces of this twisted puzzle seemed to fall into place. Eve wasn’t just some random girl. She wasn’t just collateral damage in a gang dispute. No, she was Sasha Brooks’s friend. A chill ran through Rico as he absorbed this revelation. Sasha, the woman he’d known for years—the intelligent, untouchable heiress—was close friends with the woman whose death had supposedly triggered Nyx’s violent retaliation. It couldn’t be a coincidence. Sasha wasn’t part of this world, or so he’d thought. But now… now he wasn’t so sure. A flash of memory hit him: Sasha’s confident demeanor, the way she seemed so calm and calculated even in the face of chaos. It was almost too familiar to the stories he’d heard about Nyx—Hades’s partner and the new leader of the