When a billionaire Victor Huxley sets his eyes on Olivia Hayes, a young artist, it’s not just her beauty that captivates him, but an undefined desire that borders on obsession. Victor is a man used to get what he wants, and from the moment he first sees Olivia, he knows she must be his, at any cost. Olivia, on the other hand, is determined to make it on her own terms, and the last thing she wants is to be tied down to a man like Victor who is ruthless, domineering, and possessive. But when Victor uses his power to force her into a contractual marriage, Olivia finds herself trapped in a world of wealth and darkness, where escape seems impossible. As Victor's dark desires unravel, Olivia becomes both a captive and his obsession. She fights for her independence, while Victor struggles with his own conflicting feelings—torn between his dark need to possess her and a growing sense of genuine love. What starts as hate evolves into a twisted form of love as Olivia slowly begins to see cracks in Victor's cold demeanor. But as their relationship grows more complicated, dangerous forces and hidden pasts threaten to tear both of them apart. Will Victor be able to let go of his control, or will his obsession consume them both? And can Olivia ever forgive the man who stole her freedom, even as he becomes the only person who can truly save her? What will happen?
View MoreThe night before had ended in silence, Victor’s words hanging in her mind like a thunder. She didn’t know what to expect today, but she wanted to stand her ground no matter what came her way.For the rest of the day, Victor imposed strict rules on Olivia. She wasn’t allowed to leave her room, her meals were brought to her, and even the staff avoided her as if following some unspoken command.Victor didn’t see her himself, but she felt his presence everywhere; in the guards outside her door, in the silence that seemed to echo through the halls. It was suffocating.By the evening, Olivia had had enough. When her dinner was delivered, she shoved the tray aside and stormed out of her room, ignoring the guards’ protests. She found Victor sitting in his room, a glass of wine in his hand.“What kind of punishment is this?” she asked, her voice trembling with anger.Victor looked at her. “You want to disobey me. There are consequences for that.”“This isn’t punishment, it’s control,” she snap
Victor stood in the room. Olivia sat stiffly in a chair by the fireplace, her hands gripping the arms. The coldness in the air was suffocating. She didn’t know what Victor wanted, but the look in his eyes made her heart leapt.“You’ve been pushing boundaries, Olivia,” Victor said, his voice low.“I’m not a prisoner,” Olivia shot back.Victor gave humorless smile. “You’re more than a prisoner. You’re… mine.”The word sent a sense of dread within her. His eyes were dark and intense, and she couldn’t tell if it was anger, obsession, or something else.“You don’t own me, Victor,” she said firmly, though her voice shakes slightly.Victor get closer, his presence suffocating. “In my world, Olivia, possession isn’t about ownership. It’s about protection. Control.”“That’s not love,” she snapped.Vi
Olivia stares at Victor Castellano, her heart heavy with the force of her suppressed anger and fear. His dark eyes dig into her, unwavering and cold. The ultimatum he had delivered at the end of their tense confrontation still echoes in her mind: Work for me to pay off your father’s debts, or you’ll face the consequences.Victor leaned back in his chair; his confidence unshaken. The room fell silent except for the light ticking of the clock on the wall. Olivia’s hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms."Why are you dragging me into this? I don’t even know what my father did!" Olivia finally asked.Victor gave a smirk, his amusement at her defiance barely hidden. “Your father’s actions made this your problem. His debts, his betrayals, they’ve landed basically on your shoulders.”“I’m not my father!” she shot back. “Whatever he did, you can’t just&he
The corridor was weirdly silent as Olivia crept back to her room, her heart hammering in her chest. Victor’s words replayed in her mind: “If she finds out the truth about her father, it’ll ruin everything.”What truth?Olivia knew she couldn’t confront him right away. Victor Castellano wasn’t the kind of man you could ask questions with and expect honest answers. No, she’d have to play this carefully.When she reached her room, she locked the door behind her and laid onto the bed, her heart racing.She needed to think. If Victor was hiding something about her father, it meant there was more to this story than she’d been led to believe. And if she wanted to get out of here, she’d have to figure out what it was.But how?Her eyes landed on her phone, still sitting on the nightstand. She picked it up, scrolling through her contacts. Most of her friends wouldn’t understand, what could they do against a man like Victor? But there was one person who might.Taking a deep breath, she dialed t
The car sent by Victor Castellano arrived at Olivia’s house precisely at 7 AM the next morning, its black exterior glowing beautifully in the sunlight. She stood on the doorway; her bag clutched tightly in her hands. Her mother hovered behind her; concern etched on her face.“You don’t have to do this,” her mother whispered, placing a shaking hand on Olivia’s shoulder.“I do,” Olivia replied, her voice steadier. “It’s the only way to protect us.”The driver, a man in a suit, stepped out and opened the car door for her. Olivia glanced back at her mother one last time, trying to ignore the aching feeling in her chest.“I’ll be okay,” she said, more to herself than her mother.She gets into the car, the door shutting with a heavy thud that seems to seal her fate.The ride to Victor’s house was silent. The driver didn’t say a word, his eyes were fixed on the road ahead. Olivia stared out of the window, her heart dropping as the city skyline gave way to countryside. After what felt like ho
The light buzz of the streetlamp outside Olivia’s bedroom window was the only sound accompanying in the quiet night. She was sitting at her desk, the soft glow of her laptop illuminating her face as she stared at her unfinished college application essay. Her fingers hovers over the keyboard, the words refusing to come. Life had been complicated lately, too complicated for an eighteen-year-old.“Olivia, are you coming down for dinner?” her mother’s voice called from the hallway.“In a bit!” Olivia replied, not looking away from her screen.Her mother’s footsteps retreated, leaving her alone with the quiet sound of the laptop. The house feels emptier than ever since her father’s sudden disappearance two weeks ago. No explanation, no note… just gone. Her mother kept reassuring her that he’d return, but Olivia wasn’t sure. Her father wasn’t the type to leave without saying something.As she leaned back in her chair, the faint creak of the front gate caught her attention. She turned toward
The night was dangerously quiet as Victor double-checked the locks on the doors and windows of their home.Victor’s phone vibrated on the kitchen counter. He picked it up to find a message from an unknown number."Are you ready for the end, Victor? Tonight, we finish this."Victor’s blood ran cold. He knew exactly who it was. Samantha.The Final FightThe silence of the house was shattered by the sound of breaking glass. Victor grabbed the gun he had hidden in a drawer and rushed towards the living room. Olivia appeared at the top of the stairs.“Victor, what’s happening?” she whispered, panic in her voice.“Stay upstairs and lock the door,” Victor commanded.But before Olivia could move, Samantha stepped into the room, with a knife in her hand. Her wild eyes darted between Victor and Olivia.“You thought you could beat me?” Samantha sneered; her voice laced with venom. “You belong to me, Victor. Not her.”“Samantha, it’s over,” Victor said. “Put the knife down and leave.”Samantha le
Victor stepped in front of Olivia, shielding her from Samantha’s threatening presence. The knife was in her hands. Her eyes were wild and dangerously fixated on Victor.“Samantha,” Victor began, his voice steady but laced with warning, “put the knife down.”Her lips curled into a smirk. “Victor, I’ve waited years for this moment. You don’t get to give me orders.”Olivia clutched the edge of the blanket, her body shaking as Samantha took a step forward. Victor tightens his grip on the bat, positioning himself between her and Olivia.“Whatever you want, Samantha, you’re not getting it here. Leave now before you make things worse for yourself.”Her laugh was chilling. “Worse? Worse is living in a world where you rejected me, Victor. Where you chose her over me. I can’t let that slide.”Without warning, Samantha attacked at Victor, slashing the knife through the air. He dodged just in time, grabbing her wrist and twisting it until she dropped the blade. She screamed in anger, beating agai
It was Seraphina.Olivia’s heart raced as she stumbled to her feet, backing away from Seraphina, who stood in the middle of the bedroom, her emerald eyes glowing with a strange mix of curiosity and amusement.“What are you doing here?” Olivia asked, her voice shaking as she clutched the edge of the bedside table for support.Seraphina smiled, tilting her head as if amused by the question. “I could ask you the same thing, Olivia. You seem... uncomfortable. Are you afraid of me?”“Get out,” Olivia said firmly, though her voice lacked the strength she wished it had. “I’ll call the police if you don’t leave right now.”Seraphina took a step closer, her movements slow, as if she were enjoying the moment. “Oh, Olivia,” she murmured, her voice dripping with mockery. “You and I both know the police wouldn’t be of much help. I’m not here to hurt you. I just wanted to talk.”“Talk?” Olivia’s eyes went to the door, calculating her chances of escape. “You broke into my house to talk?”Seraphina l
Victor Husley stood at the of bustling art gallery, his sharp eyes were scanning the room with his predatory gaze. The clinking of glasses and low conversations were filling the air, but his mind was somewhere else. Events like these were more of an obligation than a pleasure, a place to rub shoulders with other wealthy people and nod at the approval of overpriced paintings. His tailor suit fit him perfectly, seeing his broad shoulders and powerful build, while his expression was cold which keeps strangers at a safe distance.Tonight, however, something was different. His attention had been drawn, quite unexpectedly, to the art of piece in the far corner. It wasn't the art itself that attract him, but rather the artist who was standing near it, engaged in a conversation with a small group of admirers.She was striking, to say the least. Long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her bright green eyes sparkles with a passion that seemed to light the entire room. She was young, probabl...
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