All Chapters of Love From Hell: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The cold wind howled through the skeletal frame of the uncompleted building, its open windows gaping like the empty eye sockets of a skull. The concrete walls were rough, the floor strewn with dust and debris, rebar poking through in places. Sean dragged Sasha up the cracked steps, her body limp but defiant. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back, and the edges of the ropes had begun to cut into her skin, though she didn’t flinch. He could feel the tension in her body—though she had been captured, she wasn’t broken.Yet.Sean gritted his teeth as he yanked her forward, her heels scraping the rough floor as she stumbled into the center of the room. The other two, Jey and Davide, followed closely behind, their faces set in grim determination. They were running out of time, and Sean knew it. The Rhodes brothers’ patience was thin, and they were counting on this going smoothly. But so far, it had been anything but smooth.Sean shoved Sasha roughly into a chair, tying her down with

The sky above Ibiza had turned a deep shade of violet as dusk settled over the island, casting long shadows across the resort. The echoes of the violent confrontation in the abandoned building still lingered in the air. Sasha had flashes of Sean’s body lay lifeless on the cold concrete floor, as the Torres brothers were no more. She was now left with what remained now was the aftermath, the fallout of everything that had transpired.Ethan, still reeling from the surge of violence he had unleashed, held Sasha close as they left the building, his arm protectively around her waist. Sasha limped slightly, her body aching from the bruises and cuts left by Sean and Jey. Her lip was split, and her wrists bore the angry red marks of where the ropes had dug into her skin. Every step was painful, but she walked with her head high, unbroken.At the resort, Ethan made no delay in calling for a doctor. His voice was clipped, calm, and in control as he explained that Sasha needed immediate medical

Leah sat at a corner table in Brio, an upscale restaurant known for its elegant ambiance and serene atmosphere. The restaurant’s interior was a mix of sleek modern design with warm touches of oak and brass, and the soft glow from the chandeliers overhead created an intimate feel. Soft classical music played in the background, and the hum of conversation from other patrons filled the space. Leah glanced around, her eyes drifting over the patrons sipping wine, laughing quietly, and sharing meals beneath the gentle light. It was a restaurant that radiated sophistication without the burden of pretension—a place where you could escape, even just for an hour.She checked her phone for the third time in as many minutes, her nerves jittering as she waited for Dean to arrive. Leah had met him weeks ago, and what started as casual conversations over tripping over someone had quickly turned into something more. She found herself thinking about him more often than not, his voice lingering in her

The hospital room was filled with the soft beeping of machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic, but all Chris could focus on was the figure standing in the doorway—Ethan. As Sasha rushed to his bedside, her hands trembling with joy and relief, Chris's gaze remained locked on the man who had just entered the room.Him. The man who had hit him that night.Chris had never forgotten that moment—the screech of tires, the blinding headlights, and then the crushing impact that had sent him spiraling into darkness. He had seen Ethan’s face, blurry but recognizable, as he lay broken on the road. And now, here he was, standing in his hospital room, looking just as shocked as Chris felt.How the hell was this possible? Why was Ethan here with his sister?Sasha turned to him, her eyes bright with tears of joy. "Chris, I want you to meet someone very important to me," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "This is Ethan, my boyfriend. He's been by my side through everything."Chris fe

As Rico walked out of the Miller Corporation building, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the city, his mind was a whirlpool of suspicions. He had left Jack’s diary with Sasha on purpose, not because he trusted her, but because he didn’t. Her reaction during their conversation had been carefully measured—too controlled, too perfect. Most people would’ve shown shock, surprise, or even fear when faced with the possibility that someone they knew was murdered for uncovering a deadly secret. But not Sasha.It wasn’t just that she didn’t react the way he expected. There was something deeper, something that gnawed at him. Rico’s gut had been screaming at him ever since Jack’s death, and he’d learned to trust that instinct. It was what had made him a good detective. And right now, that instinct was telling him that Sasha wasn’t as innocent as she seemed.He knew her—at least, he thought he had. They’d grown up together, shared childhood memories. But the Sasha he knew back then