All Chapters of Love From Hell: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sasha’s world felt like it had been flipped upside down as she stood frozen by the door, watching Helen step inside with her usual smug arrogance. Helen’s words were still echoing in her head.Engagement party. This Saturday.The shock felt like a punch to the gut. Ethan had told her he was going to stop the engagement. He had promised her. And now Helen was standing there, flaunting the very thing that Sasha thought was being handled—just another ugly reminder of the strings tying Ethan to a life he didn’t want.Sasha’s eyes darted toward Ethan, who looked as though he had been hit by a tidal wave. He moved toward her quickly, his hand reaching out in an attempt to calm the situation, but the tension in the room was palpable. Sasha’s breath hitched as she tried to process what was happening.“What the hell, Ethan?” Sasha’s voice was strained, a mixture of anger and hurt. “You said it wasn’t going to happen. You promised me.”Ethan looked helpless for a moment, his hands running throu

The next morning, Sasha arrived at the café a little earlier than usual. Her mind was still swirling with confusion after Hue’s call. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but Hue had sounded so serious on the phone, and it had been a while since they had spoken. She sat at a table near the window, sipping her coffee, the warm aroma doing little to ease her nerves.Why would Hue be so desperate to talk to her? After everything that had happened between them, especially with Ethan now in her life, she had expected Hue to drift away. He had respected her space for the most part, though there had been a few lingering moments between them—moments that felt like unfinished business. But this… this felt different.She glanced out the window, watching people pass by on the busy street. Her thoughts drifted back to the previous night. Ethan had been tense after her phone call with Hue, and though he didn’t say much, she could feel the weight of his unspoken worries. Sasha knew Ethan trusted her, bu

Jonathan watched as Sasha entered the ballroom, arm-in-arm with Hue. A knot of anger twisted in his gut. How dare she show up with him? Jonathan had always despised Hue—he had always been a rival, always too close to Sasha. Tonight, of all nights, she had chosen to come with Hue by her side. He wonderec id It was a deliberate act, a way to push Ethan away and show that she had moved on. Jonathan did not care what it was. He was happy to see anything that could cause a misunderstanding between Ethan and Sasha. But still, it angered him to see Sasha with Hue. It could have been anyone, but why Hue? Her ex fiancee.His fingers tightened around the champagne glass he held, his jaw clenched as he tried to control the bubbling rage inside him. He knew he had to keep his composure, but it was becoming harder with every passing second. All he could think about was the plan—how soon it would all unfold, how Sasha would finally be his. He just had to be patient.Before Jonathan could dwell any

Sasha stood just outside the hallway, hidden from the chaos unfolding in the suite. She could hear the gasps and murmurs from the crowd inside, followed by Ethan’s unmistakable laugh. The plan had worked. Helen and Jonathan had fallen right into the trap, just as she had hoped.She took a deep breath, her heart pounding as the weight of what had just happened slowly began to settle in. This wasn’t just about avoiding Helen and Jonathan’s scheme—this was about reclaiming control of her love life and securing the love she and Ethan share. She had played their game and beaten them at it. But now, it wasn’t just about outsmarting them. It was about what came next.Beside her, Hue glanced at her with a mixture of relief and concern. “You really pulled it off,” he said, his voice low.Sasha nodded, though the victory felt bittersweet. “It had to be done,” she replied quietly. “But we’re not out of the woods yet.”Hue looked down the hall, listening to the commotion. “What now? Helen and Jon

Sasha watched as Ethan’s car pulled up behind the Vegas Casino, she was greatful that he knew about the secret back door she could not afford to use the main entrance without her mask. The night was cool, the stars hidden behind heavy clouds, and the glow from the casino’s neonlights barely reached the shadowy back alley. There was no room for mistakes tonight she needed to confirm those weapon. She now lives a double life, she was just at a dinner party earlier that night and now she was heading to go check up on the weapons sent to her by the her Russian partners. “Come on,” Ethan said, cutting the engine and glancing at her. “We don’t have much time.” Sasha nodded, pulling up the black hood of her jacket. They moved quickly, using the back entrance that was hidden behind a row of dumpsters. It led into a narrow corridor, dimly lit and smelling faintly of smoke and alcohol. They made their way through the maze-like back hallways of the casino, where the noise from the main floor w