Love Look What You Made Me Do

INTRO Today marked five years since the heir to the billionaire Hendrix family was sent to prison for a crime that shocked the entire nation. A crime so devastating it was buried deep, hidden from the public eye. But today, he was set to be released. The world hadn’t forgotten his name. And neither had those who wanted him to pay. Harry Hendrix, the infamous heir to the billionaire Hendrix family, had spent the last Five years locked away in one of the country’s most secure prisons. Perched uptown, the facility was guarded by three thousand elite policemen—an evidence to the danger he posed to society. Few dared to speak his name, but everyone knew the truth. Harry Hendrix wasn’t just any criminal; he was a force of nature. And today, that force was about to be unleashed. Forty cars lined up outside the guarded prison, engines rumbling in the quiet morning. They weren’t just cars—they were waiting for Harry Hendrix. Five years behind bars, and now, he was about to be fre

A soft knock pulled me out of the little sleep I’d managed to get. Groaning, I shuffled to the door and cracked it open. The mother stood there, perfectly composed, with a maid hovering behind her like a shadow. “Good morning,” she said, her voice brisk. “You do know what today is, don’t you?” I rubbed my eyes, still half-asleep. “The wedding?” “Yes. The wedding. We’re on a tight schedule,” she snapped. “The maid will help you. The dress is ready. Just make sure you smile at the venue.” She didn’t wait for a response, just turned and disappeared down the hall. The maid gave me a curt nod and gestured for me to follow her. When I stepped into the next room, I stopped short. It looked like a tornado had ripped through a high-end boutique. Gowns hung off every available surface, shoes were scattered across the floor, and jewelry spilled out of boxes like an afterthought. “Choose something,” the maid said, her tone as lifeless as her expression. I scanned the chaos, my gaze settli

Ivy's pov I’d only been married to him for a day, and I was already over it. I barely slept, and yet, with the house staff standing around, he had me make his breakfast before storming out of the mansion without a word about where he was going. I couldn’t care less. His absence was the only peace I had. In a few months, I’d be walking out of here a millionaire, and that was all that mattered. A loud knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. I blink, disoriented and irritated. Who could it be now? It’s only been a day. The house guard went to answer the door, but from my room, I could hear the sound of struggling. A loud, familiar voice yelled, “Let me in!” The guard’s voice followed, firm but shaking, “You can’t get in without the master’s permission!” The commotion grew louder, and my skin crawled. What the hell was going on? I rushed down the stairs, my heart pounding, unsure of what I’d find. And then, to my shock, I saw him—my abusive older brother, David, Struggl

I was left with two choices. Jump out of the window, even though my room was on the second floor. Or stay and let whoever was coming find me. My heart raced as I glanced at the window, the drop looked more terrifying with every second. But the footsteps were coming closer, and I didn’t have time to think. I ran to the window, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Peering down, my stomach twisted. It was higher than I thought. The ground seemed miles away, and my legs trembled at the thought of jumping. Then I saw them—guards, stationed everywhere, their eyes scanning the perimeter. Escape wasn’t going to be easy. The footsteps behind me grew louder, each one hammering into my chest like a countdown. Finally, the doorknob twisted. My breath caught, and my eyes widened in shock. The door creaked open, inch by inch, and I stood frozen, unable to move or even think. Of course, Harry's tall figure stepped in, his eyes scanning the room like he owned every inch of it

Oh damn it, did I just say that? I hissed under my breath, cursing myself silently. He stopped mid-step, slowly turning back toward me. His eyes fixed on mine, sharp and curious. "Come again?" "I... mean... I said nothing," I stammered, my voice barely audible. His eyes locked onto mine, fierce and unyielding, cutting through whatever confidence I thought I had. "Nothing?" he repeated, his tone blended with warning, each word sinked into me like a threat. I nodded quickly, my heart hammering in my chest. The intensity of his stare made my knees weak, and I instinctively stepped back, wishing I could melt into the floor and disappear. He nodded, that unsettling smile still plastered on his face, then turned and walked out of the room. I let out a shaky breath, relief washing over me when I noticed he didn’t lock the door outside. Finally, a small shred of hope. I sank onto the bed, my chest rising and falling as I panted. "Oh my God… Ivy, what have you done?" I muttered