All Chapters of IN HELL WITH YOU : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

At Haven hotel, room 1001.The door creaked open.Owen's gaze swiftly shifted away from the space, resting on a man stepping into the room. He kept his eyes on him, watching as he shrugged off his jacket, tossed it onto the bed, and headed for the bathroom.Halfway there, something, perhaps instinct made him pause. He turned, his eyes now locking onto his figure seated calmly by the open window, half-draped in darkness, watching him. He froze, nearly jumping out of his own skin. Immediately, he rushed backwards, fumbling until his hands grasped the door handle. His eyes widened in terror as he pointed at Owen with trembling fingers. "Who are you?" He questioned. In panic, he fished his phone from his pocket, frantically scrolling through his messages to make sure he was in the right room. Seeing the room number as the one in the message, he glared at him, shouting. "I'm asking, who the hell are you and how did you get in here?" Nonchalantly, Owen finally turned to reveal his

Owens Vitmoz noticed her step into the room. For a moment he didn't look at her, a smirk playing on his lips. And when she demanded to see his face he finally turned to give her what she asked for. As his gaze met hers, he wasn't surprised Elowen didn't tremble at his sight. The face she knew about his arranged husband was not the one she was seeing right now. He had removed the fake skin mask that had believable human skin and scars on it as if it were his own flesh. He held her eyes for a while drinking in her features. She was sweetly beautiful in a way that felt effortless. Her brown-golden hair caught the light, soft and radiant, framing a face kissed by gentleness. Even as she was struggling to appear strong, her rosy lips and soft brown eyes didn't hide the deep calmness, making her gaze both comforting and quietly captivating. She wore a pretty little dress that suited her perfectly. It clung just enough to hint at her shape while remaining modest, the kind of dress that m