All Chapters of Love From Hell: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ethan sat at his desk, the late afternoon sunlight slanting through the large windows of his office, casting sharp angles of light and shadow across the room. The air was thick with tension, though you wouldn’t know it from Ethan’s calm exterior. His mind was occupied with thoughts of Sasha, her grief, and the threat that still loomed over her, especially if it’s found out that she killed Jack, his biggest fear is what the outcome would be since she did it to protect it. For the past seven days he has been anxious and worried about Sasha since Jack’s death, and he had kept his distance, allowing her time to mourn. He was very relieved to hear she left her apartment to go to her father’s place hopefully it means she is feeling better about everything but the one thing he did not like was hearing that Hue Conner was in the Brooks mansion with her and he wondered what he was there for, hopefully he was not there for Sasha. He had learned long ago that people close to you could quickly be

Ethan rushed through the hallway of Sasha’s apartment building, his heart pounding in his chest. His mind raced as he replayed the events of the day, the confrontation with his father, the lies Helen had spun, and now he is an engaged man. He had to see Sasha. He had to explain everything before anyone else does or uses the situation to poisoned her mind against him and by anyone else he mean Jonathan.When he reached her door, he knocked, expecting to see Sasha’s face, but instead, Jonathan appeared in the doorway. A cold, knowing smile spread across Jonathan’s face, and in that instant, Ethan understood. Jonathan had already planted the seeds of doubt.“What the hell are you doing here?” Ethan’s voice was low, but the threat in his tone was unmistakable.Jonathan shrugged, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Why does it matter? Sasha and I were just having a conversation.”Ethan stepped forward, his eyes blazing with anger. “It matters because you’re standing in my woman’s apa

Rico sat in the driver’s seat of his car, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel as he pulled up outside the darkened warehouse where Carlos had agreed to meet him. It wasn’t exactly neutral ground, but this wasn’t a formal interview—this was off the record. Rico had to tread carefully, as Gang members are not known for being forthcoming or cooperative with federal agents, and Carlos from their call was especially slippery.Jack’s death had been weighing heavily on his mind, and Carlos was one of the last people Jack had been in contact with before his death. The problem was that every lead kept circling back to a dead end. No fingerprints, no solid evidence—just whispers in the wind.Rico stepped out of the car, adjusting his jacket as he approached the entrance. Two men, heavily armed, stood guard outside. They exchanged looks as Rico neared."I'm here to see Carlos," Rico said, his voice steady. "He knows I’m coming."One of the guards grunted and stepped aside, allowing R

The next morning, the Mediterranean sun bathed the entire resort in golden light. Sasha and Ethan were picked up from the hotel by their tour guide, a friendly local named Miguel. Sasha’s mood had lifted after a good night’s sleep, and the promise of a relaxing day on a cruise ship brought a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in weeks.“Ready for the cruise?” Ethan asked, flashing her a smile as they boarded the private yacht Miguel had arranged. The boat gently rocked with the motion of the waves, and Sasha inhaled deeply, the fresh scent of the sea filling her lungs.“I think so,” she replied, smiling back. For once, she didn’t feel trapped. The yacht took them along the coast, the cliffs of Ibiza rising dramatically on one side and the endless expanse of the Balearic Sea on the other. Sasha could lose herself in the beauty of it all—the sapphire waters, the sparkling sun, the distant hum of life far away from the chaos they had left behind.After the cruise, they returned to the dock w

Sasha watched the girl—Karol—settle into the chair, her wide, frightened eyes still scanning the room as if expecting the worst at any moment. The fear that radiated from her was palpable. After explaining the whole situation to Ethan, Sasha had led Karol into the bathroom, offering her a hot bath and a fresh change of clothes, something simple but comfortable from Sasha's own suitcase. The girl had flinched at first when Sasha tried to help her, as if touch itself was foreign now, but once the hot water had washed over her, she seemed to relax, even if only slightly. “You can take your time,” Sasha had said gently, standing at the bathroom door. “There’s no rush. You’re safe here.” Now, as Karol sat at the small dining table in their suite, a plate of pasta in front of her, Sasha sat across from her, watching as the girl slowly picked at her food, her appetite tentative, but there. “How are you feeling?” Sasha asked, keeping her voice soft. Karol glanced up, her eyes still shado