Sasha could not believe she had slept with Ethan again. She couldn't understand why her body couldn't resist him. Why was she so infatuated with this man? This was very bad. She knew she was attracted to Ethan, but why on earth would she be attracted to Hades of all people? Fear ran down her spine. The fact that she had laid with the most dangerous man in the country was terrifying. He was someone she couldn't afford to offend. The way he killed those two men without remorse was scary, but something in her wanted to be pulled into his world. She didn't mind being with him, which surprised her. Was she willing to learn to kill just to be in hell with him? What was wrong with her? She had spent only two nights with this man and was already losing her senses. She needed a way to escape him. She needed to focus on Hue, her fiancé, who had been so good to her. She felt bad for cheating on him, but she honestly didn’t feel bad about cheating with Ethan. Even though he was the devil himself, that man was gorgeous. The feeling of pleasure filled her body as she reminisced about her time with Ethan—her Hades.
She took out her phone and dialed Hue's number, but it went to voicemail. She hadn't heard from Hue for over a month, and every time she called, it went to voicemail. She wanted to go to his house, but he stayed with his parents, and his mother hated her. She didn’t want to have to deal with her. She decided to look for him at his company later in the day, but first, she needed a shower. She had just been dropped off at home and needed to freshen up. But just as she was about to head to the bathroom, the doorbell rang. “What now?” she sighed. “Can I just have one minute of rest?” she added, feeling frustrated. “Mr. David!” Sasha said, her frown breaking into a smile after seeing who was at the door. Mr. David was her mum's family butler who had moved with her to her dad's house after she married him. Her parents had died in a car accident, and Mr. David had been like family to her ever since. “Come in,” she said, gently leading him to the couch in her one-bedroom apartment. “Are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich.” “No, my dear. Besides, we both know you can't cook,” he replied, trying to hide his laughter. He wasn’t lying. She couldn’t cook. She had always eaten at the hotel when she worked there, and now she would be eating at the clubhouse. A flash of Ethan telling her to quit her job surfaced. She never planned on quitting; she needed the money and didn’t plan on relying on him. “I have to hurry back to your father.” On hearing that, Sasha frowned. “He sent you here?” “Yes, you haven’t been picking up his calls.” “Because he went back on his word. He hasn’t paid Chris’s hospital bills for months now. Why would I want anything to do with a man who can't take care of his son?” “He asked me to come to the house with you,” Mr. David said. “He wants to see you and told me not to return without you.” “Is he mistreating you? You can come to stay with me,” Sasha said, concerned. “No, but I need you to come with me,” Mr. David said worriedly. “Okay, let me just freshen up then,” she said, heading towards the bathroom. “Are you still with Hue Conner?” His question made her stop midway to the bathroom. Turning to face him, she replied, “Yes, I am. Why do you ask?” “Just that I’ve been seeing him around the house lately,” he answered. “He’s been going to my father’s house lately?” While she hadn’t been able to reach Hue for a while now, she was happy to hear he was okay, though confused. “What is he doing at the house?” she asked, baffled about why he was leaving without her. “I don’t know,” Mr. David said, trying to avoid eye contact with her. “You deserve better, my lady. He doesn’t deserve you.” “Why are you saying that?” Sasha was really bothered by his tone. “He doesn’t deserve you. I don’t think you should marry him.” “Well, that’s not fair,” Sasha said, annoyed. “He has helped me so much. He got me this apartment. He clearly cares for me.” She saw the disapproval on his face. He looked like he wanted to say more but decided to stay silent. She wondered why he hated Hue all of a sudden. He had always supported their relationship. “If there’s anything I need to know, let me know now,” she said, hoping he would open up. “Nothing, young madam.” She stood looking at him for a moment before heading to the bathroom. She didn’t know what was going on, but she was going to find out one way or another. After seeing her father, she would get answers from Hue. She was determined to get to the bottom of it. It was really sus that he had not bothered to reach out to her or come see her or Chris. It left a bad taste in her mouth, and she felt uneasy. His behavior was making her feel less and less guilty for cheating. She had a strong hunch that he was doing the same, too, but she did not know if she should get angry about it or just ignore it since she did the same. Although it will depend on the timeline of when it happened, she will be very mad if he has stepped out on her all these years. As she let the water from the shower hit her sore body, she felt exhausted. She was trying to avoid the living hell king, who she was surprisingly developing feelings for, and now she had to deal with an uncooperative fiancé. She started to cry. She felt overwhelmed and really missed her mother. She wished her mother were still alive.The lights of Ethan's mansion shone dimly in the misty night as Sasha drove up the long driveway. Her hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, her heart pounding as she replayed the events of the evening. Rico’s dying words echoed in her mind, haunting her with every breath. She could still feel the coldness of the gun in her hand, the heaviness of the glass she had forced him to drink. Her best friend, the person who had once shared her innocence, was gone, and it was by her own doing.Trembling, she stepped out of the car and approached the door. It was late, but Ethan had always told her that she was welcome at any hour. She barely noticed the warmth of his mansion as she stumbled through the doors, a shivering mess of guilt and sorrow. One of his guards led her to his study, where Ethan was waiting, his expression immediately darkening as he saw the tears streaking down her cheeks."Sasha," he said, standing up quickly, his voice filled with concern. "What happened?"She
The night was cold as Sasha drove down the empty streets, the city lights flickering in her rearview mirror like fading stars. She had always been careful, had always walked the line between who she once was and the life she’d been pulled into. But Rico was closing in, his relentless pursuit drawing closer to truths that could ruin everything she’d built with Ethan. And now, she was at a crossroads she never imagined she’d face: she would have to kill him.As she reached the Miller mansion, her mind was clear, cold as steel. She pulled on a pair of black gloves, knowing every step would need to be precise, leaving nothing behind. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom, opened the hidden compartment in her closet, and retrieved a small vial of poison. She had kept it for years, a tool she hoped she’d never need. But Rico had left her no choice.Her fingers grazed over the gun in the drawer. It felt heavy, both in weight and in purpose. Rico was her friend—a part of her past, her childh
The morning sun was filtering through the high windows of her office when Sasha’s phone buzzed on her desk. She reached for it, glancing at the unfamiliar number on the screen. Frowning, she answered. “Sasha Brooks.”“Miss Brooks,” the voice on the other end was firm and professional. “This is Agent Wyatt with the Secret Service. We need you to come down to our office for questioning.”Sasha felt a wave of unease wash over her. “Questioning?” she asked, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Can you tell me what this is about?”“I’m afraid we can’t discuss the details over the phone,” Agent Wyatt replied. “Please come in at your earliest convenience.”The line went dead before she could ask anything more. Sasha lowered the phone, her heart pounding. She’d known that Rico’s investigation wasn’t over, but she hadn’t expected him to summon her like this. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. If Rico wanted answers, she’d give them—but only what she wanted him to know.An hour later, Sas
Ethan was still savoring the aftermath of his election victory as he reclined on the leather sofa in his penthouse office. The city stretched out before him through the glass wall, lights glittering like stars. The high of winning still coursed through him, though Sasha’s words kept gnawing at the edges of his mind. But before he could dwell on her warning, his phone buzzed in his pocket. The number on the screen made him sit up instantly—one of his contacts at the SSS.He answered, keeping his voice low. “What’s going on?”The voice on the other end was brisk and to the point. “Mr. Leo, we just received word that Rico Morales obtained a warrant to search the Vegas Casino. He’s on his way there with his team.”Ethan’s heart skipped a beat. For a moment, he stared out the window, feeling a cold, creeping dread settle in. If Rico was coming after the Vegas Casino, it wasn’t a casual inspection. Rico had been investigating Jack and Carlos’s deaths for months, desperate to connect the dot
Rico leaned back in his office chair, rubbing his tired eyes. It had been over six months since he began his relentless pursuit of the shadows that haunted the city—the figures known only as Nyx and Hades. Six months of dead ends, sleepless nights, and watching blurry surveillance footage. Jack and Carlos were dead, their bodies leaving behind a silence that demanded justice. Yet every lead felt like sand slipping through his fingers.Jack had been his friend, someone he’d trusted. And Carlos, despite his flaws, had once been a key figure in the city’s underworld. Both men were gone now, and Rico knew that somewhere out there, someone was responsible. Someone powerful, calculating, and ruthless enough to cover their tracks perfectly.He switched on his laptop and resumed scrolling through the mountain of footage. Security footage from street corners, ATMs, storefronts—anything that might reveal even the faintest hint of Nyx or Hades. He was chasing ghosts, but his gut told him that pe
Ethan’s words hung in the air, a confession raw and vulnerable, stripped bare of any pretense. Sasha’s breath hitched, her mind racing to process what he had just said. She searched his face, seeing the weight of years of torment etched into his eyes.“Bipolar?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, as if saying it too loud would shatter the fragile honesty between them.Ethan nodded, looking away, unable to meet her gaze. “I didn’t know for a long time,” he admitted, his hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to steady himself. “There were… signs. But I didn’t want to believe it. I thought I was just… intense. Driven. I’ve always felt this… voice inside me, pushing me to take control, to act without thinking.” He paused, his voice trembling. “It’s not just a voice. It’s me. It’s a part of me that I can’t seem to silence.”Sasha felt her heart break for him, realizing how much he’d been struggling, even before they’d met. She wanted to reach out, to hold him, but she knew he n