Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen

Natasha’s POV.

I stared at Lorenzo’s face , my heart beating faster than I could process what I was looking at. It couldn’t be.

“No!” I shook my head in denial. Y… you can’t be Hell…” I stuttered.

“I am.” Lorenzo’s voice echoed in my ears softly.

He was staring at me with a resigned expression.

“So… so you’ve been Hell all this while?”

“Yes.” He nodded again.

I stared blankly at him before bursting into fits of laughter. I couldn’t stop laughing for a good three minutes. The situation was just so funny. But I wasn’t sure I was laughing because of that.

“I’ve been sleeping with Hell.” I whispered, covering my mouth in disgust.

I wasn’t even sure what to feel. This was too much to process. I ran my hands through my hair that was now completely tangled and matted to my head.

The sound of running footsteps alerted me and I quickly ran towards Lorenzo without thinking, holding another of my many sharpened stick I have been sharpening for a while now.

My intention was to stab him or