Love From Hell
“Ethan is worth it.”
The pieces fell into place, a clarity settling over Rico’s mind as the darkness crept in. Ethan Leo. Of course. Everything suddenly made sense—the mysterious Hades, the hidden empire, the violence lurking beneath the surface. The rumors had always hinted that Hades was a generational role, passed down through wealthy families. It was the Leos, then. They were behind it all. The wealth, the power, the ruthless control over the city.
He looked at her, blood beginning to dribble from his mouth as the poison took its toll. “Ethan Leo,” he whispered, his voice slurred, but filled with understanding. “Hades… it was always him.”
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