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The Beginning of Everything!
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"What truth?" she asked as I stepped in closer. I was about to speak when the door opened, revealing the butler. I turned toward the door. "Sir, your attention is needed in the sitting room downstairs," the butler said, turning back to leave. I raised an eyebrow. Who do we have here now? I turned back to Ivy, her face was pale and fear was etched all over it. "See you soon," I said with a smile, stepping out and closing the door behind me. As I walked downstairs I couldn't help but imagine who it was, I wasn’t expecting anyone. Who even visits me? Absolutely nobody. I made my way into the sitting room, curiosity winning this time. There sat my dad, confidently lounging on the couch, his walking stick resting in his hand. The sight of him so relaxed felt odd—like he was here for something important. "Didn't expect to see you here," I said, trying to mask the surprise in my voice. He smiled knowingly, his eyes glinting with that familiar hint of mischief. "I know,
Last Updated : 2025-01-14Love Look What You Made Me Do A call from Sasha
I hesitated before answering the call, my thumb hovering over the screen. Only God knows why she chose today to call—after all the times I’d tried to reach her and got nothing. I picked up, and her sweet, familiar voice, the one I’d grown so fond of in the past, came through the line. It was soft, almost hesitant, but it hit me like a wave of memories I thought I’d buried. "Hello," I said calmly, holding back the swirl of emotions threatening to rise. "Hello, Harry," she answered, with her soft, almost fragile voice. "So... you decided to talk to me today?" I asked, keeping my tone neutral, though my chest felt heavy. "Of course, Harry. I heard... or rather saw in the gossip magazines that you got married!" she said, her voice laced with something I couldn’t quite place curiosity or maybe guilt? "Yes, I did get married," I replied sharply. "Since you called off ours and decided to cut me off completely." "Oh, Harry, please..." "Harry, please what?" I snapped, my grip t
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The butler handed me the keys, his hands trembling slightly. I snatched them from him without a word, my grip tight, my pace was already quickening. My mind was blurry, only one thought consumed me: I needed to get out. I stormed through the house, barely registering the polished floors beneath my feet, heading straight for the garage. My mind didn’t care about the luxury of the space—just the fact that I had options, and I needed to move. There were too many cars to choose from, but I didn’t care which one. I just needed to get away from here. I opened the nearest door and slammed it behind me, the roar of the engine making my blood pulse faster. The world outside faded as I hit the gas, the wheels screeching against the pavement. The anger still bubbled in me, but now, it had a direction. The gate swung open automatically without hesitation as I tore through, the sound of the tires on the gravel sharp in my ears. I didn’t care about the speed, the tight turns, or the gr
Last Updated : 2025-01-15Love Look What You Made Me Do PROLOGUE
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
