Sasha sat quietly beside Chris’s hospital bed, her heart heavy as she looked at his unconscious form. She held his hand gently, her fingers tracing the back of his hand like they used to when they were kids. “I can’t wait for you to wake up,” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the silent room. “You wouldn’t believe the mess I’ve gotten myself into. I’m... I’m in love with the devil.” She let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Not literally, but it feels that way.”Sasha sighed, guilt washing over her as she thought about how long it had been since she visited him. “I’m sorry, Chris. I should’ve come more often. Things have just been... complicated. You know how it is. With Hue, the inheritance, Amanda—it’s all a mess.”Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. She turned to see Jack walking in, his expression a mix of concern and frustration."Where have you been?" Jack asked, his voice edged with irritation. “I’ve been calling you for weeks, and you haven’t retur
Ethan sat in the plush leather seat of his private jet, staring across at the bloody, tied-up manslumped on the floor. Opposite him, Rowan watched the man with cold indifference, waiting for Ethan to finish up his business call. Rowan handed Ethan his phone, saying, “I have the head of theMacaris Family, Don Marcello on the line.”Ethan took the phone, his voice low but commanding. “What’s the deal? You send assassins to our meeting?”The head of the Macaris Family Don Marcello quickly responded, “No, Hades, you misunderstand. We received word that our meeting was scheduled for next week, not yesterday. Someone from your own ranks must’ve given you false information and tried to set you up. The Macaris family had nothing to do with the attempt on your life. No one from the Macaris family had anything to do with what happened to you last night.”Ethan’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the phone. “I see,” he said, keeping his voice calm. “We’ll meet as planned next week. Thanks f
Ethan woke up in Sasha’s apartment, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. The room was quiet, peaceful. He looked down at Sasha, still curled up beside him, her soft breathing calming him for a moment. Without thinking, he leaned over and kissed her forehead, brushing his fingers lightly through her hair.Sasha stirred, slowly waking up. She smiled when she saw him, moving closer, resting her head on his chest. "Morning," she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep.“Morning,” Ethan replied, his arm tightening around her. For a moment, everything felt right.But that moment didn’t last.Sasha’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached over and picked it up, squinting at the screen. Ethan noticed her frown as she read the message. He saw the name Nicholas at the top of the screen and immediately tensed. Without warning, he snatched the phone from her hand."What the hell, Ethan?" Sasha protested, but he was already reading the message:Sorry for making you famous
Ethan stood in a dimly lit room, his body tense, wearing nothing but a blood-stained white singlet. His mask was securely in place, casting a shadow over his face, making him look even more terrifying. Before him, tied to a chair, was the imposter they had brought back from Romoto. The man’s face was swollen, blood dripping from his eyes and mouth as Ethan had spent the past hour relentlessly beating him.“Tell me who sent you,” Ethan growled, pacing in front of the man.The imposter remained silent, defiant, despite the pain. Ethan clenched his fists, his knuckles already bruised from the hits. He was desperate to take out his anger on someone, and this man was a perfect target.A voice in his head whispered, dark and persuasive, “Let me take control.”Ethan’s lips curled into a wicked grin as he began to laugh, a low, maniacal sound that sent a shiver down Rowan’s spine. Rowan, who stood at the corner of the room, looked at Ethan with understanding. He had seen this before—the switc
Sasha sat calmly in her living room, her fingers lightly drumming against the armrest of the couch. She knew the confrontation was coming—it was inevitable. The knock on the door came, followed by a familiar voice: her father’s. Charles Brooks had arrived, and with him, Amanda and Hue.“Let me let them in,” Sasha murmured to herself, her voice steady. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the showdown.As she unlocked her door, the door swung open, and Charles marched in first, his face set in a deep scowl. Amanda followed closely behind, her eyes filled with hatred, and Hue walked in last, sneering at Sasha as if she were beneath him.Charles was furious, pacing back and forth. “Why did you shoot Hue and Amanda? And what’s this I’m hearing about forcing Amanda to step down from the company? Have you completely lost your mind?” he demanded.Sasha looked at her father, her face calm and composed. “I didn’t shoot them, I gave them a warning shot,” she said coolly. “And Amanda st
Ethan stood in Sasha’s living room, staring at her. The room felt oddly quiet now that Charles, Amanda, and Hue had left, but the tension between him and Sasha was thick, almost suffocating. She stood across from him, her arms crossed, her face unreadable. He waited for her to say something, anything, but she remained silent.Finally, he broke the silence. "Are you really not going to say anything to me after what just happened?" His voice was calm, but underneath, he felt a storm brewing.Sasha’s eyes met his, cool and distant. After a moment, she simply said, "Thank you."That was it. A simple, emotionless thank you. Nothing more. Ethan’s jaw tightened as he waited for her to continue, but she didn’t. Instead, she glanced toward the door, signaling that she wanted him to leave."Is that all?" Ethan asked, his voice tinged with frustration. "You’re just going to thank me and kick me out of your house after I helped you deal with your family? After I saved you from Hue and Amanda?"Sa
Ethan Leo knew he needed to figure out if last night was a set-up orchestrated by his stepbrother to manipulate him out of his position as the president of the Leo Empire. Seated on a couch in the presidential room of one of the family-owned hotels, now under his ownership, memories of last night's intense and satisfying events flashed in his mind. It was the first time he felt such intimacy, which troubled him because he never wanted to develop feelings.Interrupting his thoughts, a knock at the door prompted him to say, "Come in," confident who would enter."Here she is, sir?" reported one of his bodyguards."Thank you, you may leave," Ethan replied, and the bodyguard nodded before exiting the room.Standing before him was Sasha Brooks, her fingers interlocked, but her trembling knees betrayed her anxiety. Observing this, Ethan chuckled, realizing she was afraid of him. That fear, he thought, would make it easier to extract the information he needed."How dare you seduce me?" Ethan
Jonathan Leo stayed silent while he endured thirty minutes of scolding from his mother, Lilly Leo. She was very pissed on the other end of the phone, and she did not try to hide it."How could you fail to set your brother up with the girl we had arranged for him?" Lilly fumed. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is to drug your brother? We finally got him, and you ruined it by not putting our girl in that room. We might never get this chance again.""Calm down, Maa," Jonathan said, trying to diffuse the situation. "I'll think of something.""You'd better," Lilly snapped. "Find the girl he was with, give her an offer she can't refuse, and make her talk to the media. She needs to tell them she was raped. That's the only way we can get the shareholders to want to remove him as the company's CEO. They won't want something like that to spoil or be associated with the company's image. That's the only way you can be in charge,""Do I have to be in charge?" Jonathan said before he could s