All Chapters of Love From Hell: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sasha couldn’t believe what she had heard. Ethan had been publicly introduced as someone else’s boyfriend—Grace’s boyfriend. It was as if the ground had been pulled out from under her. The pain surged through her chest, her heart pounding in her ears as she tried to make sense of the situation. Wasn't she Ethan’s girlfriend? She had thought so. But now, everyone saw him as Grace’s. How could this be happening?Immediately after Ethan’s speech, Sasha excused herself, telling Nicholas that she needed to use the bathroom. She needed to get away from the party, from all the people, from the confusion that was suffocating her.In the bathroom, Sasha stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were swollen from holding back tears. Her lips trembled. She applied makeup, trying to mask the traces of the hurt she was feeling. She didn’t want to fall apart—not here, not now. She had to look composed, even if she didn’t feel it. Once she was done, she took a deep breath and decided to head

After Ethan dropped her off at her apartment, Sasha didn’t waste any time. She needed a distraction, something to take her mind off the emotional rollercoaster that was her relationship with Ethan. She grabbed her things and headed straight to Vegas Casino, where the headquarters of her operations for the Hell's Gang were located. It was time to focus on business and regain her composure. As she entered the secret office hidden behind the casino, Big Tom was the first to approach her. His face was tense with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his deep voice quiet but filled with care. "Did Ethan scold you for ordering the killing of Jimmy?" Sasha hesitated for a moment before removing her Nyx mask, revealing her conflicted expression. "We quarreled about it," she admitted, sighing heavily. "But... we're good now." She didn’t mention the part where they had broken up just a few hours ago. She wasn’t ready to talk about that. Not yet. She tried to distract herself from her thoughts

Sasha sat quietly beside Chris’s hospital bed, her heart heavy as she looked at his unconscious form. She held his hand gently, her fingers tracing the back of his hand like they used to when they were kids. “I can’t wait for you to wake up,” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the silent room. “You wouldn’t believe the mess I’ve gotten myself into. I’m... I’m in love with the devil.” She let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Not literally, but it feels that way.”Sasha sighed, guilt washing over her as she thought about how long it had been since she visited him. “I’m sorry, Chris. I should’ve come more often. Things have just been... complicated. You know how it is. With Hue, the inheritance, Amanda—it’s all a mess.”Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. She turned to see Jack walking in, his expression a mix of concern and frustration."Where have you been?" Jack asked, his voice edged with irritation. “I’ve been calling you for weeks, and you haven’t retur

Ethan woke up in Sasha’s apartment, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. The room was quiet, peaceful. He looked down at Sasha, still curled up beside him, her soft breathing calming him for a moment. Without thinking, he leaned over and kissed her forehead, brushing his fingers lightly through her hair.Sasha stirred, slowly waking up. She smiled when she saw him, moving closer, resting her head on his chest. "Morning," she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep.“Morning,” Ethan replied, his arm tightening around her. For a moment, everything felt right.But that moment didn’t last.Sasha’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached over and picked it up, squinting at the screen. Ethan noticed her frown as she read the message. He saw the name Nicholas at the top of the screen and immediately tensed. Without warning, he snatched the phone from her hand."What the hell, Ethan?" Sasha protested, but he was already reading the message:Sorry for making you famous

Sasha sat calmly in her living room, her fingers lightly drumming against the armrest of the couch. She knew the confrontation was coming—it was inevitable. The knock on the door came, followed by a familiar voice: her father’s. Charles Brooks had arrived, and with him, Amanda and Hue.“Let me let them in,” Sasha murmured to herself, her voice steady. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the showdown.As she unlocked her door, the door swung open, and Charles marched in first, his face set in a deep scowl. Amanda followed closely behind, her eyes filled with hatred, and Hue walked in last, sneering at Sasha as if she were beneath him.Charles was furious, pacing back and forth. “Why did you shoot Hue and Amanda? And what’s this I’m hearing about forcing Amanda to step down from the company? Have you completely lost your mind?” he demanded.Sasha looked at her father, her face calm and composed. “I didn’t shoot them, I gave them a warning shot,” she said coolly. “And Amanda st