All Chapters of Love From Hell: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sasha stood in the middle of the vast, incomplete building, her heart pounding as she looked around. The text from the Mob League had been brief, directing her to this location with no further details. It was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made her uneasy. She adjusted her mask, making sure it was securely in place. The Mob League operated in the shadows, and she knew revealing her identity could mean disaster. She hadn’t had the chance to go back to the hospital after meeting with Ethan earlier that day. Her mind had been spinning ever since, but now, standing alone in this desolate place, she forced herself to focus. The wind howled through the skeletal structure of the building, sending chills down her spine as she scanned the empty floors.Suddenly, she felt a sharp prick on her neck, like the sting of a needle. She gasped, her vision blurring as darkness enveloped her. Her body went limp, and the world faded into nothingness.When Sasha awoke, her head was pounding, and s

Ethan walked over to where Sasha lay on the ground, exhausted but triumphant. Her body trembled slightly from the strain of crossing the rope, her face still pale from the adrenaline. He knew how much strength it took for her to complete that challenge, both physical and mental. Without a word, he scooped her up in his arms, cradling her gently against his chest. "Hey, I can walk," Sasha murmured, her voice weak but stubborn. "You can barely stand," Ethan said softly, looking down at her with a mixture of pride and concern. "Let me carry you." She sighed, leaning her head against his chest, clearly too tired to protest. "Thank you," she whispered, her breath warm against his neck. "I couldn’t get my legs to obey me... I thought I was going to fall." "But you didn’t," Ethan said, his tone firm. "You made it. I’m proud of you." Sasha looked up at him, her eyes filled with relief and something else—something softer. "I was terrified," she admitted, her voice shaking slightly. "B

Jack couldn't sit still. His mind raced as he replayed the events of the last few hours. After the call with Rico, he had tried calling Sasha again, but she still wasn’t picking up. Frustration built inside him. He needed to warn her. He needed to tell her about his discovery—about Ethan Leo.Quickly, he typed out a message to her:“Sasha, Rico is out of the training camp, he wants us to meet at our normal hangout spot. But I need to see you first. I think your boyfriend Ethan is Hades, the leader of Hell's Gang. I'm leaving work now, come there now. We need to talk."After sending the message, Jack sat back in his chair, anxiously waiting for a reply. But before he could catch his breath, his phone rang. It was Carlos. Jack sighed, not in the mood for Carlos’ usual demands, but he answered anyway.“Jack, I need your help,” Carlos said, his voice as calm as ever, but with a hint of frustration. "I need you to find out more about this Nyx character."Jack frowned. Nyx—the mysterious ne

Sasha walked into her apartment, her body still trembling from what had happened at the café. She could still feel the weight of the gun in her hand, the sound of the shot ringing in her ears as Jack collapsed to the ground. His last words haunted her "Is Ethan worth killing me over?", repeating over and over in her mind. She had killed Jack—her friend, her brother. She walked straight to the bathroom, turning on the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away not just the blood, but also the guilt that weighed heavily on her. She scrubbed her skin, trying to rid herself of the feeling of Jack’s blood on her hands, but no matter how hard she tried, the memory stayed with her. As the water cascaded over her, Sasha closed her eyes, the weight of her decision crashing down on her. She had chosen Ethan, chosen to protect him, and in doing so, she had lost Jack forever. She leaned against the shower wall, her heart heavy with regret. Was Ethan worth it? Could she live with what she had

Sasha walked through the quiet, dimly lit hallway of her apartment building, her mind still reeling from everything that had happened. She felt numb, her body moving on autopilot as she replayed the events of the night in her head. The guilt of killing Jack weighed heavily on her chest. Every time her phone rang, she jumped, knowing it was Rico trying to reach her, but she couldn't bear to answer. What would she even say?She reached her floor, her footsteps slowing as she approached her door. But then she froze. Rico was standing there, leaning against her door, his phone pressed to his ear. He looked tired, worried, as if he had been there for a while.As soon as Sasha stepped into view, her phone rang loudly in the silent hallway. Rico looked up, his eyes locking onto hers. The phone in his hand lowered slowly as he stood up straight, surprise and relief flooding his face."Sasha?" Rico said, his voice rough, filled with concern. "Why haven’t you been picking up? I’ve been calling