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Ivy stepped into the prison, her heels clicking against the cold, worn-out tiles. The air smelled of sweat, metal, and something stale—like time itself had gone still inside these walls.Just as she approached the check-in desk, a huge security guard stepped in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest."Who are you here to see?" His tone was gruff, his eyes scanning her like she didn’t belong there.Ivy arched a brow. "Excuse me?""Ma’am, I asked you a question," he repeated, his voice carrying the weight of authority.She sighed, adjusting the strap of her purse. "I’m here to see my husband, Harry Hendrix." She said it as if his name alone should be enough to part the sea of rules standing between her and her visit.The guard didn’t flinch. "His mom was just here not too long ago.""Yes," Ivy said, already losing patience. "And now I’m here. Move out of the way.""The rules state that only one family member can visit per week. You’ll have to come back next week."Ivy let out a
Last Updated : 2025-02-20Love Look What You Made Me Do You are responsible
News anchors spoke with urgency as flashing headlines filled every screen: "Billionaire Fugitive: Harry Hendrix Escapes from Prison!"The footage played on a loop—grainy yet clear enough to send a ripple of shock through the city.Inside the Hendrix estate, Patricia Hendrix sat stiffly in front of the television. Her fingers trembled as she clutched a silk handkerchief. Then, as if the weight of the revelation crashed down all at once, her body slumped, and she collapsed.“Mrs. Hendrix!” A maid rushed to her side, panicking. Meanwhile, the news channel cut to a crucial clip—prison security footage taken moments before the disaster.The timestamp read 6:42 PM.A uniformed officer walked down the hallway, pausing outside Harry’s cell. He seemed to exchange words with the prisoner, who leaned against the wall, arms crossed. The audio was muted, but the tension in their body language Said alot.Then, without warning, Harry moved—swiftly One second, the officer stood still, and the next
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The officers marched toward Harry’s room, their movements sharp and urgent. Ivy followed, her hands clenched into fists as she whispered a silent prayer.Then—a noise. A deep, muffled thud.She gasped softly. The officers halted, exchanging wary glances before pushing forward. The sound came again, a low, unsettling bulge against the walls.Ivy hesitated, but curiosity—and fear—propelled her forward.One of the officers yanked open the wardrobe, revealing nothing but neatly arranged suits. Another tapped along the walls, his brows furrowing. Then, a click.The room fell silent.A section of the wall shifted, revealing a hidden door.Ivy’s stomach twisted.Harry had a secret basement.One of the officers, Detective Sean Cole—a man known for his no-nonsense approach—pulled out his radio. He had chased criminals before, but Harry Hendrix was different.He pressed the button, his voice steady but spiked with warning.“Harry Hendrix, this is Detective Cole. We know you’re out there. You
Last Updated : 2025-02-20Love Look What You Made Me Do Strip club
Two gamblers, both fox-haired and reeking of cheap liquor, staggered toward the end of the street, their laughter bouncing off the low lit alleyways. The taller of the two, Rogers, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, his sharp eyes scanning the road ahead.And his eyes landed on something..“Look there,” he muttered, elbowing his friend, Dale. His finger pointed toward the unconscious figure slumped against the tunnel wall.Dale squinted, then let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s a fine-looking man.”Rogers grinned, his mind already spinning with possibilities. “Tall, built… hell, even knocked out, he looks better than half the losers at Mary Jale’s club.”Dale’s eyes gleamed with realization. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”Rogers chuckled darkly. “Mary’s been looking for fresh meat. She said she needed a guy that makes women wanna spend.” He jerked his head toward Harry. “That right there? That’s our ticket.”Dale nodded eagerly. “She’d pay good money for a guy like him.”
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Harry let out a sharp breath, his muscles tensing as he pushed himself up on the bed. His bare chest rose and fell, tattoos flexing over his skin as his gaze darkened."You better rethink whatever the hell you’re planning," he warned, his voice low and dangerous.Mary Jale raised an amused brow, swirling the drink in her glass as she leaned against the vanity. "Relax, handsome. It's just business."Harry’s jaw clenched. "I’m not for sale."The blonde who had touched him earlier smirked, crossing her arms. "Everyone's got a price."His eyes flickered between them. He was still weak, but he wasn’t helpless. "Try me," he growled.Mary Jale chuckled, setting her drink down. "Well, sweetheart, let’s see if our guest agrees."The door creaked open, and a woman’s silhouette appeared in the lowly lit doorway. A fine brunette in a hat that covered her brunette hair with sunglasses stepped into the dimly lit room."If he doesn’t behave, we’ve got cuffs," Mary Jale smirked, stepping away with t
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Ivy held onto Harry’s arm as they approached Mary Jale, who was seated at a sleek red velvet booth, counting a thick stack of cash. The faint light shone over her sharp features, and her red lips curled into a smirk as she spotted them.“Well, well,” Mary drawled, tapping a nail against the money. “Didn’t think I’d see you two again so soon. I take it lover boy here made quite the impression?”Ivy didn’t even flinch. She pulled out a check and slid it across the table. “I want to buy him.”Mary raised a brow, then threw her head back with a laugh. “Damn, sweetheart. He must’ve really satisfied you with that big dick .” She looked Harry up and down, eyes glinting with amusement. Harry groaned. “Not this again.”Ivy, ever composed, crossed her arms. “I don’t have time for your games. That amount should cover whatever you think he’s worth.”Mary hummed, picking up the check and inspecting it like it was a mere receipt. “You know, I could start a bidding war. Rich, desperate woman buyin
Last Updated : 2025-02-21Love Look What You Made Me Do Sleeping together
Harry didn’t know when his eyes grew heavy, but the exhaustion of the past few days finally caught up with him. His body relaxed against the headboard, his breathing evening out.Ivy shifted beside him, murmuring something in her sleep. Her head rested awkwardly against the pillow, her neck at an uncomfortable angle. Without thinking, Harry reached out and gently nudged her closer.She stirred, her brows furrowing for a second before she instinctively nestled against him, her head resting against his chest.Harry stilled. His heartbeat quickened, the warmth of her body pressing against his sent a chilling feeling. He hesitated, but when she let out a soft sigh and curled slightly into him, he gave in.Carefully, he pulled the blanket over both of them, his arm settling lightly around her shoulders. Her breathing was soft, steady and completely at ease—as if this was where she belonged.Harry closed his eyes, his lips twitching slightly. Maybe, just for tonight, he could let himself
Last Updated : 2025-02-21Love Look What You Made Me Do Protecting Him
Ivy sat in Detective Cole’s office, her fingers locked together so tightly that her knuckles turned pale. The air smelled of stale coffee and old case files. Cole leaned back in his chair, studying her with an expression that was too calm—too knowing. “You saw him, didn't you ?.” It wasn’t a question.She exhaled, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “No.”His brow lifted slightly, unimpressed. “You’re lying.”“I didn’t find him,” she insisted, keeping a straight voice but her pulse betrayed her. “If I did, don’t you think I’d be standing here with answers instead of questions?”Cole didn’t speak right away, he just observed her the way he always did—like he could read every micro-expression she tried to suppress. “Ivy, we sent you because you’re the only one he might not run from. If you really didn’t find him, that means he’s either gone or you’re protecting him.”Her jaw tightened. “I did what I could.”He sighed, rubbing his temples. “You do realize what’s at stake here, right?”Ivy
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Ivy slammed her glass down, making the ice rattle. Her patience was running thin."So tell me, Roberto!" she snapped, her eyes burning with frustration. "Why the hell are you so obsessed with destroying your own family?"Roberto exhaled slowly, the smirk on his face fading. He swirled his drink, staring into it as if the answer lay at the bottom of the glass."You want the truth?" he muttered. He leaned back, stretching an arm over the couch, his fingers lazily brushing against the blonde curled up beside him. She didn’t react—probably too drunk or high to care."I was supposed to be him," Roberto said bitterly. "Karl Hendrix. The golden boy. The heir. The one my father groomed to take over the empire." He scoffed, shaking his head. "But Karl? He was perfect. Clean. Calculated. And me?" He chuckled darkly. "Too wild too reckless as they had called me . A disappointment."Ivy watched him, arms crossed, waiting."My father gave Karl everything—everything that should’ve been mine. Power
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The clanking of boots against the cold prison floor made Ivy tense. She knew what was coming."Time's up," the guard announced, his voice flat and uninterested.Ivy ignored him, her hands still resting on Harry’s, her fingers tracing the roughness of his knuckles. "I don’t want to go yet," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.Harry exhaled sharply, his eyes burning into hers. "You have to," he said, his jaw tightening. "You’ve done enough, Ivy. Don't wear yourself out for me."Her throat tightened. “You’re behind bars because of them. I’m not stopping till I get you out.”The guard shifted impatiently. “Miss, I said time’s—”Harry’s head snapped toward him, his voice a dangerous growl. “Don’t dare touch her. I don’t care if I’m behind bars.”The guard hesitated, taking a step back.Ivy turned back to Harry, her chest aching. "I’ll be back," she promised.Harry leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers through the bars. “Be careful, Ivy.” His voice was rough, filled with
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Ivy spent the next twelve hours chasing ghosts.Agent after agent, office after office—each door she knocked on came with the same answer: No.First, it was a stiff-faced woman at the state security office, who barely looked up from her computer as she muttered, “We don’t issue access passes for criminal detainees without higher authorization.”Then, at the Department of Justice, a man with tired eyes and coffee-stained sleeves shook his head. “Sorry, Miss Ivy. Even as his lawyer, you need clearance from someone way above my pay grade.”By the time she reached her fourth contact—a private consultant who claimed he had “connections”—Ivy was already drained. But she still pulled out a thick envelope of cash, sliding it across the table.The man, a greasy-haired official with a nervous smile,eyed the money before exhaling. “Miss Ivy, I like money. But I also like breathing. And granting you this? That’s a one-way ticket to making powerful enemies.”She leaned in, lowering her voice. “I j
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“And I vow to end Harry.” Valeria’s lips stretched into a slow, wicked smile, her fingers twitching toward the stack of cash. “Now, may I have those?”She flinged her wrist, sending the crisp dollar bills scattering onto the dusty floor. “Knock yourself out,” she muttered, watching as Valeria lunged for the money like a starved dog.Four down.She turned on her heel, stepping over a stray bill as she walked out. There were still nine more names on her list.Her phone rang, breaking the silence. She pulled it out, glancing at the screen.A news notification flashed. She tapped it, and a live broadcast played—in a sleek newsroom, a stern-faced reporter held some stack of papers."Breaking news. The long-anticipated Hendrix trial has officially been scheduled for September 26th. After days of speculation, the court has confirmed the date for what is expected to be one of the most controversial cases in recent history..."Ivy’s grip on her phone tightened. September 26th.The countdown
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Ivy let her lips part slightly, eyes lowering as if she were just another woman caught in Vincenzo Moretti’s web. But she wasn’t.She took a slow step forward, letting her fingers trail down the thin strap of her dress. “I heard you like obedience,” she murmured, voice honeyed and sultry. The glow of the chandelier shone against the expensive scotch in his glass.Moretti smirked, his gaze raking over her. “Obedience is good.” He took a sip, eyes darkening. “But submission is better.”She nearly gagged. Instead, she lowered herself onto the armrest of his chair, legs crossed deliberately. The scent of alcohol and cigars clung to him. She picked up his glass, swirling the liquid before pressing it to her lips—just enough to tease.“Tell me something,” she purred, tilting her head. “You’ve been around a long time, haven’t you? Longer than the Hendrix name.”Moretti’s smirk faltered for half a second. He leaned back, swirling his drink as if contemplating her words. Bingo.“You ask dan
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Ivy picked up the heavy bottle of whiskey from the table, her fingers wrapping around its cool glass. She poured a generous amount into a glass, then lifted it to Damien’s lips, tilting it just enough for the liquid to slide past his lips.“Tell me, baby…” she whispered, her lips grazing his ear as she leaned in. “I need to know.”Damien chuckled, the deep rumble of his voice tinged with the sluggishness of alcohol settling in his system. He swallowed, his head tipping back against the couch, eyes half-lidded but still sharp. “You’re a dangerous woman,” he murmured. Ivy only smiled, running her nails lightly down his chest, keeping him exactly where she wanted him. “And you’re a man with secrets.”Damien exhaled, tapping his fingers against the glass. The whiskey had loosened his tongue, and Ivy saw the moment his restraint cracked.“Harry Hendrix…” he muttered, rolling the name over his tongue like a curse. His fingers curled tighter around the glass. “That bastard is my stepbrother
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"Ivy, I think it’s time you leave," Adrian’s voice cut through the tension as he strode toward them. His eyes bore until hers. "You can’t just come here and boss my wife and I around."Sasha exhaled in relief, using the moment to slip away from Ivy’s piercing questions. She moved toward Adrian, subtly hiding behind him, as if he were her shield.Ivy twisted her jaw, her eyes jerking between the both of them. She already knew she had other things to handle—things more important than wasting time with people who refused to face their own demons.Without another word, she turned on her heels, throwing one last icy glance at Sasha before stepping out of the house.Her next target was Damian Francis—one of the names burned into the Kill Row image Harry had hidden in his basement.There were twelve more on the list, twelve more lives tangled in whatever twisted truth she was uncovering. But Ivy knew better than to rush.One step at a time.With all the evidence she had gathered, Damien Fra
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Ivy knelt beside Sasha, her lawyer instincts momentarily giving way to simple human compassion. Sasha's cheek was already turning red from the slap, her eyes wide with shock and unshed tears.Before Ivy could say anything, Adrian grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet. His grasp was tight and his frustration was obvious."Face your own damn problems, Ivy," he hissed, lowly "Leave my wife and I out of whatever mess you and Harry have created."Ivy squared her shoulders, unfazed by Adrian’s towering presence. “I’m not here for you, Adrian. I need a word with Sasha. Can you move?” She said confidently not minding his daring disgusted eyes.Adrian let out a low chuckle, folding his arms across his chest. “Why won’t you just talk here?” His gaze snapped toward Sasha, whose face was streaked with tears, yet she still forced a weak, practiced smile—one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Or are you scared of something?”Ivy glanced at Sasha, reading the silent plea behind her trembling ma
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Adrian’s MansionAdrian lounged on the velvet couch, one arm draped over the side, his fingers lazily tapping against the glass of whiskey in his hand. The glow of the TV flashed across his sharp features as the news played, the voice of the journalist cut through the quiet. "Fugitive billionaire heir Harry Hendrix has finally been captured..."A curled one lip tugged at Adrian’s lips. “About time,” he muttered, swirling the drink.Sasha slipped onto the couch beside him, her manicured nails brushing against his arm as she leaned in to watch. A satisfied smile curled on her lips. “Thank God I broke up with him when I did,” she sighed dramatically. “Can you imagine? If I stayed, maybe I’d be the one in trouble. He could’ve killed me, Adrian. Or worse… you.”Adrian’s grip on the glass tightened. His jaw tensed. Without warning, he turned to her, his eyes dark. “You think you’d be that important to him?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the fake concern in hers.Sasha flinched,
