Semua Bab Love From Hell: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Sasha woke up the next morning to Ethan's bedroom's unfamiliar but luxurious surroundings. The events of the night before came rushing back, and she couldn't help but smile as she remembered how their bodies had moved together in perfect sync. She had never experienced anything like it before—Ethan had made her forget about everything, even Hue.As the sunlight filtered through the curtains, she heard a voice—Siri, integrated into the room's smart technology. "Good morning, Sasha," the digital assistant greeted her cheerfully.Sasha smiled as she looked around the room, taking in the modern technology that surrounded her. The room was breathtaking, a mix of sleek design and comfort. The curtains moved automatically, revealing a stunning view of the estate's sprawling grounds. The lighting was a soft blend of blue, yellow, and light pink, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.She sat up in bed, realizing she was naked, the sheets wrapped loosely around her. A blush crept up her chee

Sasha stood before the tall building, its reflective glass windows shimmering in the morning light. She couldn't believe she had actually made it here. After spending the entire weekend at Ethan's house, wrapped up in the intoxicating world they were creating together, it had been difficult to tear herself away. Part of her had wanted to spend just one more day there, to bask in the safety and warmth she felt with him, but she knew how important this meeting was. Seeing Mr. Victor today was crucial to her future, and she couldn't let her feelings for Ethan—no matter how strong—distract her from that.She smiled at the thought of being Ethan's woman. The memory of his touch, his whispered words, sent a thrill through her. She was his now, and the thought filled her with a happiness she hadn't expected. But as she stepped into the building and rode the elevator up to the seventh floor, she forced herself to focus. This wasn't about Ethan; this was about securing her future.Mr. Victor's

Hue stood in front of Sasha's apartment door, a frown creasing his brow. It was late, and the hallway of the building was quiet, with only the faint hum of the elevator at the far end. He hadn't seen Sasha since the party, and she hadn't returned any of his calls or texts throughout the weekend. Normally, she was quick to respond, always eager to reassure him, but this silence had him on edge.He knocked on the door again, more forcefully this time, hoping she was just inside and hadn't heard the first knock. But there was no sound, no movement from the other side. He pulled out his phone, checked the time, and tried calling her again. The call went straight to voicemail. His suspicion began to gnaw at him. Where could she be?As he stood there, waiting, his mind started to race. Could she be with someone else? The thought made his stomach churn with a mixture of jealousy and anger. Sasha had always been loyal and devoted to him, but something had fallen off lately. She'd been distant

It had been over forty-eight hours since Ethan last opened his eyes. In that time, Sasha had barely slept. She had spent every waking moment at his side, watching over him, ensuring he was comfortable, and waiting—hoping—for him to wake up. Ethan had slipped in and out of consciousness a few times, but he was far from the strong, invincible man she had known. And with every hour that passed, her anger grew.She wanted revenge. The kind of revenge that left scars on the world and sent a message to anyone who thought they could hurt Ethan Leo and walk away unscathed. She clenched her fists as she stared at him, feeling the fury simmering just beneath the surface of her skin. But she couldn’t leave his side. Not until she was sure he was safe.In the next room, Sasha overheard a heated argument between Big Tom and Rowan. The tension was palpable as Big Tom’s deep voice echoed down the hallway.“Are we going to let these people hurt our number one like this and do nothing?” Big Tom demand

Jonathan Leo sat in the dimly lit clubhouse, his disguise doing little to ease his growing frustration. Ever since he discovered that Sasha worked at one of his family's establishments, he had been coming here for five days straight. Yet, despite his persistence, he had to lay eyes on her. The constant noise, the flashing lights, and the smell of alcohol were starting to wear on him, but he refused to give up. He needed to find Sasha. He pulled his mask tighter over his nose and adjusted his sunglasses before heading to the bar. His appearance—complete with a baseball cap pulled low over his face—was far from the polished and glamorous image the public was used to seeing. He couldn't afford to draw any attention to himself, not in a place like this. As he approached the bar, he caught the barman's eye. "Hey there," Jonathan called out, his voice muffled slightly by the mask. "I'm looking for my friend Sasha. Do you know if she's coming in today?" The barman eyed him suspiciously,