All Chapters of Love From Hell: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ethan Leo sat in his lavish yet dimly lit study, his thoughts swirling with images of Sasha. It had only been minutes since she left his house, but the emptiness she left behind felt like it had stretched into weeks. He winced slightly as he shifted in his chair, his hand instinctively moving to his side where the bullet wound still ached. The pain was a constant reminder of how vulnerable he had become, but it was nothing compared to the ache of missing Sasha.He had never felt like this before—so consumed by thoughts of someone else, so restless in their absence. It was unsettling, especially for a man who prided himself on being in control. But Sasha... she had managed to worm her way into his heart, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that she was becoming his weakness.The faint sound of his phone buzzing on the desk broke through his reverie. Ethan reached for it, his heart beating when he saw Sasha's name flash on the screen. He answered the call almo

Ethan leaned back in his chair, the dim lighting of the nightclub's office casting shadows across his face. His mind raced with thoughts of revenge and strategy, the anger still simmering just beneath the surface. He couldn't shake the image of Sasha sitting beside Jonathan's hospital bed, her concern evident. It fueled his need to strike back at Ian Cruise, to make him pay for daring to send his men to attack him."Rowan," Ethan called out, his voice cold and commanding. Rowan, who had been standing quietly by the door, immediately stepped forward, awaiting his orders. "Tell Big Tom to keep an eye on that new picker, Ivy. I want to make sure she doesn't make any mistakes.""Yes, Number One," Rowan replied, nodding in acknowledgment. He knew better than to question Ethan's decisions, especially regarding trust within their organization.Ethan's eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wooden desk. "What's the result of the assignment I gave you?" he

Sasha sat in stunned silence, her heart pounding in her chest. The words that had just been spoken seemed to echo endlessly in her mind. Amanda was pregnant with Hue's child, and everyone in the room seemed to think that this automatically meant Sasha should step aside. It was as if her feelings didn't matter—as if she was just a pawn in a game they were all playing.She felt the sting of tears behind her eyes, but she fought them back. How could they do this to her? How could they just decide her fate without even considering what she wanted? She had been thinking about breaking things off with Hue for a while now, but no one knew that. No one seemed to care about what she wanted. Why couldn't anyone fight for her? Why was nobody standing up to Anna Conner, who had always treated her like she was less than nothing?Sasha's thoughts were interrupted by a voice that startled her. "Anna, you need to watch how you speak to Sasha," Lily Brooks said sharply, her tone filled with a surpris

The loud, thumping bass of the nightclub reverberated through Amanda’s body as she pushed her way through the crowd, her eyes scanning the dimly lit room for Hue. She had heard he was here, drowning his sorrows in alcohol, and she wasn’t surprised. Everything had spiraled out of control since that night at the Conner mansion, and she knew Hue wasn’t handling it well.Finally, she spotted him slumped over at the bar, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in front of him, and his eyes glazed over with anger and despair. He was drunk—more drunk than she’d ever seen him—and yet, he continued to drink as if the alcohol could somehow wash away all his problems.“Hue,” Amanda called out as she approached him, but he didn’t seem to hear her over the pounding music. She reached out to touch his arm, trying to get his attention. “Hue, it’s me, Amanda.”Hue slowly turned to look at her, and for a moment, there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by a look of pure conte

Sasha sat outside, the cool night air brushing against her skin as she stared into the darkness. The events of the past few hours had shaken her, but as the initial shock wore off, she began to think more clearly. The image of Ethan—no, Hades—on live television, pulling the trigger without hesitation, still lingered in her mind. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized she had no right to judge him.After all, she, too, had blood on her hands.It wasn’t so long ago that she had orchestrated the death of Dean Hooper. Big Tom may have been the one to physically snuff out Dean’s life, but it was Sasha who had put the plan into motion. She was the one who had lured Dean to his doom, driven by a thirst for revenge that had clouded her judgment. In that moment, she hadn’t hesitated; she hadn’t questioned whether it was right or wrong. All she knew was that Dean had hurt Ethan, and he had to pay for it.Sasha clenched her fists, the cold metal of the chair digging into her pa