Novels by Yusrah

Ivy exhaled sharply as she helped Patricia Hendrix into the sleek black car, steadying the older woman as she trembled with exhaustion. The flashing cameras, the murmuring reporters—everything felt suffocating.She turned to the driver, her voice firm but calm. “Drive safely. Get us home.”The man gave a sharp nod and pulled away from the chaotic scene.Patricia leaned against the car seat, her hands still shaking. Ivy reached for them, giving them a reassuring squeeze.“You’ll be okay, Mrs. Hendrix.” Her voice was softer now, almost a whisper. “I’ve got you.”Patricia didn’t respond, she only stared blankly ahead as the city lights blurred past the tinted windows.Ivy sighed, resting her head against the seat. She had no idea what she’d just gotten herself into again. As soon as the car pulled up to the grand Hendrix mansion, Ivy barely had time to step out before Karl Hendrix stormed onto the front steps. His sharp suit was slightly disheveled, his jaw tight with frustration.“So

The sharp wail of sirens echoed from outside, sending a wave of anticipation through the crowd.People whispered in hushed tones, their voices a mix of excitement and vindication.“He’s finally going back to where he fucking belongs.”“Knew it. He always had that look—like trouble waiting to happen.”“About time someone put him in his place.”The murmurs grew louder as the flashing red and blue lights shines eerie patterns against the walls. The police officers stepped in, their presence commanding silence.Harry, once feared, once untouchable, stood frozen. For the first time, he looked… defeated.Ivy could feel the weight of a hundred eyes on her. Judging and questioning. Was she going to stand by him, or finally let go?The police captain stepped in, his expression stone-cold as his gaze swept across the chaos. Sasha wasted no time."Arrest him! And make sure he's beaten," she demanded, her voice sharp without mercy.The officers moved in fast. Harry barely flinched as they grabb

The door burst open.Gasps filled the hallway.Harry stood—on his feet—gun still gripped in his hand.For a moment, silence.Then—"Ahh!" Adrian let out a strangled groan, clutching his stomach as he staggered back, his legs wobbling like they were about to give out. His face twisted in pain, his body slumping against the wall.Sasha’s scream tore through the air. "You shot him?!"Ivy’s hands flew to her mouth.Harry didn’t move. His jaw clenched, his knuckles white around the gun."I—I didn’t—"Adrian groaned louder, his breathing ragged. "Damn… I didn’t think you’d actually do it, man…" He slid down to the floor, his hand pressing over his stomach, shaking.Blood.Or at least, what looked like it.Security stormed in, guns drawn."Drop the weapon!"Harry’s heart pounded. His head snapped toward Adrian, who was giving the performance of a lifetime.That bastard.He hadn’t even fired the damn gun.Sasha’s chest heaved as she pointed a trembling finger at Harry, her eyes blazing with f

"Let me go, you motherfucker, or I’ll shout!" Adrian hissed, stumbling back, his eyes wild with fear.Harry cocked his head, amusement flickering in his gaze. He lifted the gun slightly, his finger grazing the trigger. "You shout, I pull the trigger," he said, his voice eerily calm.Adrian swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His back hit the sink, nowhere left to go. "You’re insane," he breathed.Harry let out a dark chuckle. "Took you this long to figure that out?""I always knew you were," Adrian spat, gripping the edge of the sink like it could save him. "That’s why Sasha left you, you bloody criminal."Harry’s jaw clenched, but his smirk stayed. "Oh, is that what she told you?" He took a slow, measured step forward, lifting the gun just enough to make Adrian flinch. "Funny, because last I checked, she still can't get me out of her damn head."Adrian’s breathing turned ragged. "You're delusional."Harry chuckled darkly. "And you’re running out of time."Adrian swallowed hard,

The wedding carried on as if nothing had happened. The music swelled, the clinking of glasses and polite laughter filled the grand hall. Sasha, draped in her designer gown, carried herself with that rich practiced ease, her hand resting delicately in Adrian’s as they made their rounds. She didn’t spare Harry a glance—not once.Which was ironic, considering she was the one who had invited him.Harry leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest, his expression was unreadable. If Sasha thought she could act like he didn’t exist, she had another thing coming.Ivy, sitting beside him, felt the shift in his energy. His jaw was set and his smirk was calculating something. He wasn’t just here to watch—he had his own plans in mind.She didn’t know what exactly, but judging by the way his gaze flickered to Sasha, how his lips curled slightly like he was enjoying some inside joke—she knew it wouldn’t be anything good."The moment we’ve all been waiting for!" the

"Excuse me! I believe I should be the one answering that," a rich, feminine tone carried over the murmuring crowd.Heads turned, and Ivy wasn't the least bit surprised to see Sasha’s mother striding forward, poised and calculated. She held a crystal champagne flute with the ease of a woman used to commanding attention, her expensive jewelry glinting under the chandeliers.Harry’s jaw tightened as she approached."Harry," she drawled, her red lips curving into a smirk. "I see you finally grew a spine and decided to show up." She took a leisurely sip of her drink, letting the tension boil gently before turning to the press with the kind of grace only years of wealth and influence could teach.“Well, my daughter knows exactly what’s best for her,” she announced, making sure her words carried across the room. “She is about to marry the love of her life, and I couldn’t be more thrilled.”The journalists, sensing the charged atmosphere, pounced."Mrs. Laurent, does this mean Sasha has compl