Ethan Leo sat in the backseat of his black SUV, the soft hum of the engine the only sound breaking the silence. The vehicle was parked discreetly in front of an abandoned fuel station in Tempa, the notorious part of town where shadows ruled and secrets were traded like currency. Tempa had always been fertile ground for the mafia's business ventures, where desperation and desire fed the underworld's endless hunger for power and profit. It was here that fortunes were made and lives were lost, and tonight was no different.Ethan wore a black mask, a symbol of the persona he embodied when he became Hades—the feared and ruthless leader of Hell's Gang. The mask was not just a cover but a mantle of authority that separated him from the man he was behind closed doors. In Tempa, he was not Ethan Leo, the heir to the Leo empire, but the enigmatic and unforgiving king of the underworld.A sharp, double knock on his car window distracted him. It was the signal he'd been waiting for. He pressed th
At the Brooks mansion, Sasha could hardly believe what she had just witnessed. She had known about Hue and Amanda's betrayal for some time, but seeing it with her own eyes was a different kind of pain—sharp, immediate, and unbearable. The image of them together, entwined in a passionate embrace, was seared into her mind, a constant reminder of the treachery she was now fully confronted with.Her legs moved on instinct, carrying her away from Amanda's room and the scene of betrayal. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stumbled down the hallway, her vision blurred by tears. She needed to get out of there, needed to escape the suffocating weight of it all.Just as she rounded the corner, she nearly collided with her father, Charles Brooks. His face was a mask of anger, his eyes narrowing as he took in her disheveled appearance."I want to speak to you, young lady," Charles demanded, his voice harsh and filled with authority."I'm sorry, Dad," Sasha managed to choke out, her voice trem
Ethan Leo was taken aback by the intensity of Sasha's kiss. The warmth of her lips, the desperation in her embrace—it stirred something deep within him, a mix of passion and confusion. But he quickly pushed her away, holding her at arm's length. Her body trembled, not just from the cold, but from something more—a deep, gnawing hurt that had driven her into his arms."What are you doing, Sasha?" he asked, his voice a mixture of concern and restraint. He fought the overwhelming urge to kiss her again, to give in to the desire that simmered just beneath the surface.She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't you want me?"Ethan's heart twisted at the sight of her like this. She looked so small, so vulnerable, and it made his blood boil with anger. Who had hurt her? Who had made his woman feel this way? The possessiveness he felt for her surged to the forefront, but he knew he had to tread carefully. She was fragile right now, and
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
Ethan savored the quiet moments with Sasha, her head resting on his shoulder, their bodies comfortably close on the couch. He marveled at how natural this felt—how, in just a few days, she had become someone he couldn't imagine his life without. The connection between them was undeniable, and it unsettled him just how much he had come to care for her in such a short time.Her soft and hesitant voice broke through his thoughts, drawing his attention back to her. "How was it for you when your mother died? It's so hard for me as an adult to handle my mom's loss; I wonder how it was for you as a child."Ethan was taken aback by the question. He wasn't used to people asking him about his past, let alone about his mother. It was a subject he rarely talked about, something he had buried deep inside. But there was something about Sasha, something about the way she genuinely cared, that made him want to open up, even though it went against everything he had ever known.He looked at her for a l
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
Sasha left Mr. Victor's office with a sense of purpose she hadn't felt in a long time. The plan wasn't perfect, but it was something—a tangible path forward. As she stepped out into the bright sunlight, the weight pressing down on her for so long began to lift. The world didn't seem so overwhelming anymore. She had a direction, a goal, and, most importantly, hope.She would keep up the charade with Hue, at least for a bit longer, but her heart wasn't in it anymore. Her thoughts were consumed by Ethan—the man who had become so much more than just a lover in such a short time. He was dangerous and complicated, but he made her feel alive like no one else ever had.As Sasha walked towards her car, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of seeing Ethan again. He was a part of her life now—a part she wasn't willing to let go of. She imagined what it would be like once she was free of the constraints her mother's will had placed on her. No more pretending with Hue, no more worrying about
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