Back at his office, Ethan couldn't stop thinking about Sasha. The memory of her touch, her kiss, consumed him. He hated seeing her with Hue, hated knowing she still needed him. But he was determined to make her his, no matter what it took.Peter walked in to give him a message. "Your dad called. He said to remind you about the business dinner party you have to attend tomorrow.""You know I don't like those kinds of gatherings. Tell him I won't go," Ethan said firmly."But your dad says it's a must for you to go and make those business connections," Peter said, trying to convince him."No, I don't need them," Ethan insisted."That's too bad. I thought you would have liked to be at the Brooks' business dinner party," Peter said with a mock defeated face."You said the Brooks? That's Sasha's family, right?""Yes, and I heard she was going to be present at the party. Too bad you're not going.""When did I say that? Book me for that and help me get a nice suit for the dinner party.""Okay,
Jonathan watched his brother dance with a lady, a stunning woman in an emerald gown. For a moment, he thought he was seeing things, but no—Ethan was indeed dancing with her. Jonathan was genuinely surprised. Ethan wasn’t the type to dance with anyone publicly, let alone at a social gathering like this. Most people at the party didn’t know who Ethan was, which is probably why no one reacted when he was dancing with the woman. They clearly didn’t realize that "The Ethan Leo," also known as the “Living King of Hell,” was at the Brooks dinner party. He wondered if the guest knew about his brother being there, would they carry on doing what they are doing now? He really was chuckling and holding himself from exposing his brother to these crowd of business elite who want to love swan him with business proposals.He observed as the two separated and his brother exited the party. This puzzled him even more. Ethan despised these kinds of events—so who was this woman? Why was she able to pull E
Charles Brooks stood quietly at the far end of one of the grand halls in his mansion, his eyes fixed on Sasha and Jonathan. They seemed engrossed in an intense conversation, and he couldn't help but wonder if they had known each other before tonight. The way they spoke, it seemed like they shared a history, but then again, it could just be the magnetic charm that Jonathan Leo carried wherever he went. His gaze shifted momentarily to Hue, who stood not far off, his expression dark with irritation. Charles knew that look all too well—Hue was seething with anger. He had always been quick to anger, just like his mother. Charles frowned; his soon-to-be son-in-law would need to learn to control his temper if he ever hoped to lead a household, let alone marry someone as strong-willed as Sasha. Amanda, on the other hand, looked utterly humiliated. She stood beside Hue, still reeling from her embarrassing encounter with Jonathan. Charles made a mental note to talk to her later about her behavi
Hue's mood was black as coal as he watched Sasha glide across the dance floor with Jonathan Leo. The actor's hand rested on her waist, pulling her close as they moved in perfect harmony to the music. The sight made Hue's blood boil. He clenched his fists at his sides, resisting the urge to storm over and drag Sasha away from Jonathan. How could she dance so effortlessly with another man? It infuriated him, especially when he considered that she was his fiancée. Yet, she seemed to be enjoying herself far too much with Jonathan.And now, to make matters worse, Sasha was deep in conversation with some older man. Hue couldn't make out who he was, but how Sasha was engaged in the discussion only fueled his irritation. He fumed silently, wondering what they could possibly be talking about. Was she discussing their future? Or worse, was she complaining about him?As Hue's thoughts churned with jealousy, he suddenly felt a hand on his chest. The touch was soft, teasing, as fingers lightly bru
As they stood side by side, Sasha felt a tiny flicker of hope ignite within her. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way out of this mess that didn't involve sacrificing her happiness. Maybe, with some help, she could find a way to secure her future without losing herself in the process.As the evening wore on, Sasha couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong. She remembered she hadn't seen Hue for quite a while. A sudden thought crossed her mind, and she glanced around the room, her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of him or Amanda. Neither was in sight, which only deepened her unease.Sasha's heart began to race as a thought struck her—where were they? She knew the two of them had a connection, but surely they wouldn't be so brazen as to sneak away together during such a public event. Would they? A cold dread settled in the pit of her stomach, and she knew she had to find out.She turned to Lily, who was still beside her. "I'm going to look for Hue," Sasha said, tryi
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