Novels by Yusrah

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

I stared at him, trying to make sense of his words. I should have refused the food? My stomach aches, not from the meal but from the weight of his smirk. The plate was empty. I had eaten it all. My palms grew clammy as I sat frozen, his gaze piercing through me. “What do you mean?” I managed to whisper. Harry leaned back casually, like he wasn’t the one making my world tilt. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.” His chuckle sent a chill racing down my spine. A sharp pain shot through my stomach, so intense it made me double over. I clutched at my abdomen, the ache twisting and burning like nothing I’d ever felt. It wasn’t the familiar discomfort of menstrual cramps—this was something worse and unnatural. “What did you do to me?” I gasped, barely able to get the words out. Harry stood there, watching me with that infuriating smile plastered across his face. His calmness only made the pain worse. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” he said softly, almost like he cared. But the gleam in his ey

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

My eyes stayed shut, fear pinning me in place. I couldn’t bring myself to open them—I didn’t want to face whatever fate was waiting on the other side of this moment. My breathing was shallow and uneven, as the silence after the shot stretched endlessly. I whispered a shaky prayer under my breath, tears slipping down my cheeks. My chest felt tight, and my hands trembled as I forced myself to open my eyes, dreading what I might see. I opened my eyes, and the bloody scene before me froze me in place. It was like I was back in the past, reliving the nightmare I’d tried so hard to escape—the night my dad was shot right before my eyes. They had both fired. Harry clutched his arm, blood streaming down in a rush, but he stayed standing. My brother, David, lay sprawled on the floor in a pool of blood. I couldn’t tell if he was alive or dead. I moved closer to David, my hands trembles as I shook him gently. “Come on, open your eyes!” I plead, my voice cracking. Even though he had hu

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, Strugg

Harry Hendrix pov: I stood by the window, looking down at the scene unfolding. The rain hit her hard, soaking her from head to toe. I couldn't help but watch as she stood there, clearly furious. It almost made me laugh, but I knew I should save my amusement for later. This was only the beginning. I cracked the window open, the rain pouring harder now. "Are you going to stand there all night like a drenched chicken, or come inside?" I called out, my voice tinged with annoyance, though I couldn't help but feel a small sense of satisfaction. She glared up at me, her face scrunched in frustration. "You locked the door. How’d you expect me to get inside?" she yelled, her tone sharp, like she was daring me to argue back. I sighed, then walked away from the window. "You can come in. I think the rain's punished you enough." I could hear her footsteps as she hurried to the door. I peeled off my tuxedo, frustration building up. This whole thing is a fucking mess. I mean, sure, I