All Chapters of Love Look What You Made Me Do: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

"What bad news?" I asked, my voice shaking. "You have to come to the hospital, Mrs. Hendrix," the nurse said before quickly cutting the line. I stared at the phone, confused and unsettled. The words "Mrs. Hendrix" felt foreign, uncomfortable. Why would they call me that? What could be so urgent? I stood there for a moment, my mind racing. Something wasn’t right. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the start of something I wasn't ready to face. I grabbed my coat, trying to steady my hands, and hurried toward the door. Whatever this was, I had to find out. The driver quickly pulled up to the entrance, and I wasted no time as I climbed into the backseat. I could feel the urgency in my chest, my heart pounding as I told him, “We need to hurry to the city hospital.” The car shot forward, the tires screeching against the road, the city lights blurring as we sped through. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, racing to make sense of everything. What was happening? I glanced

The drive was quiet. Harry stared out the window, lost in his thoughts, while I kept to my own space. Neither of us said a word, the silence filling the car with an unspoken tension. We both seemed to have enough going on in our heads to fill the time without speaking. The city outside passed by, but neither of us seemed to notice. We pulled up to the mansion, and as always, the gate opened smoothly, like it had been waiting for us. The moment we stopped, the house staff appeared at the front door, rushing out to greet Harry. They were all smiles, their eyes full of admiration, like he was some kind of royalty. But today, Harry didn’t even acknowledge them. He just stared ahead, his expression distant, as they helped him out of the car and into the house. It felt like they were the only ones excited to be here. His mother’s warning echoed in my mind: Never let him out of your sight. I couldn’t shake it. As I followed Harry inside, I kept a close distance, watching every

Ivy stood frozen on the doorstep, staring at the package as though it might suddenly explode in her hands. Her heart thudded in her chest, torn between curiosity and responsibility. Open it? Or deliver it to him? Her fingers traced the edges of the neatly wrapped box, the paper smooth and pristine. It wasn’t every day Harry received an exclusive delivery. Who could have sent it? And why did it feel so... foreboding? She bit her lip, glancing toward the towering front doors of the mansion. She could already hear his voice in her head, sharp tongue and dismissive: “What the hell were you thinking opening my package?” With a deep breath, she shook her head. “Nope, not worth the drama,” she muttered under her breath, adjusting the box in her arms. But even as she turned to head back inside, a nagging thought tugged at her mind. What if it’s something dangerous? Or something that’ll make his already bad mood worse? She paused in the middle of the grand foyer, staring do

A knock on the door broke Ivy’s focus. The butler rushed in, holding the mansion’s phone. “Sir, the caller insists on speaking with you,” he said to Harry. Ivy glanced at Harry, her nerves showing in her stiff posture. “You can go,” Harry said coldly, his tone dismissive. “You’re not a statue.” She hesitated for a moment before leaving, quietly shutting the door behind her. After Ivy left and Harry was certain she was gone, he picked up the phone, his voice dropping to a low, commanding tone. “I received the parcel,” he said. “Good luck, sir,” the voice replied. “That bullet is no ordinary one—it can take down anything, no matter the target.” Harry smirked, leaning back slightly. “I knew I could trust you with this.” “Thank you, sir,” the voice responded, pride laced in the words. “I’ve transferred two billion to your account,” Harry added, his tone as sharp as the deal itself. “Yes, sir. Pleasure doing business with you,” came the reply before the call disconnec