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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
Last Updated : 2025-02-12Love Look What You Made Me Do Take His Case
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
Last Updated : 2025-02-13Love Look What You Made Me Do Prison Inmates
Harry sat still, his back against the cold wall, his fists clenched on his lap. He was back here—again—because of Sasha for the fourth time. It was always her fault.The familiar stench of sweat, damp concrete, and cheap disinfectant filled his lungs, but he barely reacted. He kept his gaze forward, refusing to acknowledge the murmurs around him.“Oh, look who’s back,” one inmate sneered from the next bench. “Harry Hendrix, the elite mastermind himself.”Another chuckled. “What’s the charge this time, Hendrix? Fraud? Bribery? Oh, wait—attempted manslaughter?”Laughter rippled through the cell, low and mocking.“Man, you got all that money, all that power, and you still can’t keep yourself outta here?”Harry exhaled slowly, tilting his head back against the wall. His fingers twitched, but he didn’t move. Didn’t give a damn reaction.Because that was exactly what they wanted.Instead, he closed his eyes, jaw tightening.He wouldn’t be here for long.The murmurs grew louder, turning int
Last Updated : 2025-02-14Love Look What You Made Me Do Taking Advantage
Harry walked through the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps echoing off the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and disinfectant, and the usual stench of confinement.The guard behind him grunted, keeping pace. "You’ve got ten minutes. Not a second more."Harry didn’t acknowledge him. He tightened his jaw , his hands shoved deep into his pockets.As he stepped into the visitation room, his mother was already seated, her manicured fingers gripping the edge of the table. Her eyes scanned him, taking in the bruises, the orange jumpsuit,and the weight of another failure of a son sitting on his shoulders.He pulled out the chair across from her and sat down, exhaling slowly. "Make it quick, Mother."Patricia Hendrix didn’t waste a second. The moment Harry sat down, she clutched her chest dramatically, her diamond rings flashing under the harsh prison lights.“Oh, my baby! My poor, innocent baby!” she wailed, drawing the attention of a few nearby guards who exchanged
Last Updated : 2025-02-15Love Look What You Made Me Do Secrets
Patricia Hendrix stepped out of the car effortlessly, with that rich woman vibes of hers.Her heels clicked sharply against the pavement. The mansion loomed before her, grand and untouched . It had been forever since she stepped foot in here but today she had to. She barely spared a glance at the entrance as the heavy automatic gates slid open.The moment she stepped inside, the guard at the door stiffened, his posture snapping upright before he immediately lowered his head in a deep bow."Welcome Madam Hendrix," he greeted,his voice steady but spiked with caution.Patricia didn’t acknowledge the bow—she never did. Instead, she swept past him as if it was expected, her sharp gaze locked ahead."Where is Ivy?" she asked coolly, not breaking her stride.The guard hesitated only for a second before responding, "She's inside ma'am."Patricia hummed, a sound of both approval and calculation, before making her way toward the grand staircase. She wasn’t here to waste time. Ivy had played
Last Updated : 2025-02-19Love Look What You Made Me Do Prison Break
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
Last Updated : 2025-02-20Love Look What You Made Me Do I need you
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
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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
Love Look What You Made Me Do Damien Francis
"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,
