บททั้งหมดของ Love Look What You Made Me Do: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

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

"Did you call them for me?" Harry whispered taking a step back from ivy , his body was tensed ready to flee or fight . "Harry…" Her throat tightened. "I swear I didn’t." She moved closer, desperation in her voice. "I can’t do such a thing. Trust me."She cupped his face again, but this time, he didn’t lean into her touch."HARRY HENDRIX! YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES TO SURRENDER, OR WE BREAK IN!" The agent’s voice boomed again from the helicopter, making the walls vibrate.Harry’s glanced at the ticking clock on the wall, then to ivy.Ivy gripped his shirt, her fingers trembling. "Harry, please, look at me."She never expected the FBI to be this smart. Never expected them to close in this fast.And now, the man she wasn’t sure she could live without was running out of time."Harry Hendrix, four minutes!" The agent’s voice thundered again, making Ivy’s heart pound.Harry gripped her arms, his eyes searching hers. "I’ll surrender… but not until I make sure you’re safe. I don’t want you implic

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

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

“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