The air in the room was charged with tension. Time seemed to slow down as Victor and Leo collided once more, their bodies crashing to the ground in a chaotic blur. The knife rattled away, spinning out of Leo’s reach, but his anger didn’t go. He clawed and swung at Victor with a wild desperation.Victor managed to pin Leo to the floor, his hand pressing down hard against Leo’s chest. His breathing was ragged, but his eyes were sharp. “It’s over, Leo!” Victor growled, his voice vibrating with barely controlled rage.But Leo laughed… a dark and maddened sound that echoed off the room walls. “Over? This is just the beginning, Victor. She’ll never be yours. Never!”From her chair, Olivia struggled against the ropes binding her wrists. Tears flooding her face as she watched the brutal fight unfold, every part of her being screaming for it to stop.“Victor!” she cried out, her voice shaking with fear. “Please, be careful!”Hearing her voice, Victor’s determination hardens. He delivered a pow
Olivia’s breath hitched, her back pressed against the cold tiled wall. The sound of her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she stared at the frosted window, now dark and ominous. The shadow she had seen a moment ago was gone, but the sense of danger remained.“Victor!” she screamed, her voice echoing in the small bathroom.She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, her shaking hands struggling to keep it secure. The door burst open a moment later, and Victor appeared, his expression was sharp with concern.“What happened?” he asked, seeing the room for any sign of danger.“There was… someone outside the window,” Olivia stammered, pointing with a trembling finger.Victor crossed the room in two steps and yanked the curtain aside, peering into the night. The backyard was empty, the light glow of the streetlamp casting long shadows across the grass.“No one’s there now,”
Olivia’s breath stuck as Leo’s dark figure stepped further into the bedroom. The light glow of the moonlight illuminated on his face, and his obsidian eyes burned with a dangerous power.“Leo,” she whispered, her voice cracking with fear. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?”Leo’s lips curved into a sinister smile. “Locks can’t keep me away from you, Olivia. You should know that by now.”She backed away, but he was too quick, closing the distance between them in a single stride. His hand grabbed her wrist, his grip was bruising, tight.“You don’t belong with him,” Leo growled, with obsession. “You belong to me.”“Let go of me!” Olivia struggled, her free hand pushing at his chest, but he was unrelenting.Leo cupped her face with his other hand, his eyes burning. “I’ve waited long enough. You can’t keep running away from me.”Before she could respond, his lips crashed against hers in a forceful and dominating kiss. Olivia’s muffled protests turned into furious resistance as s
The warm morning sunlight enters through the large windows of their home, but it couldn’t seem to touch Olivia’s heart. She was sitting on the bed, her fingers brushing over the light scars on her wrists from the ropes that once bound her. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Leo’s face… his obsession, his touch and his twisted love. It haunted her, even though she knew he was gone from their lives.Victor enters the room quietly, carrying a tray with breakfast. His movements were careful, almost hesitant, as if afraid one wrong word or gesture might shatter her fragile state.“Good morning,” he said softly, placing the tray on the bedside table. Olivia didn’t respond immediately. She looked at the tray, noticing how he’d prepared everything she liked… pancakes with syrup, fresh berries, and her favorite tea. But the thought of eating made her stomach ache.Victor sat down beside her; his expression filled with concern. “You need to eat, Olivia. You’re not taking care of yourself;
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 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
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
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
Inside Victor’s penthouse, bathed in the soft golden glow of city lights, Olivia lay beneath him, her body tangled with his. The weight of the past few months… the fights, the betrayals, the near-death experiences had faded into the background as they focused only on each other.Victor traced his fingers down her bare spine, his touch featherlight, sending a shiver through her. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice husky.Olivia arched into him, her lips curving into a soft smile. “And you’re mine.”It wasn’t just a claim, it was a promise.Victor didn’t waste another second. He captured her lips in a deep and consuming kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, drawing out a soft moan from her. His hands roamed her body with a respect that made her heart ache. He had always been possessive, but tonight, there was something different… something softer, more tender.His mouth got down her jaw, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, lingering at the sensitive spot where her pulse r
The weight of the past no longer felt as suffocating as it once did. Olivia was sitting on the edge of Victor’s massive bed, her fingers tracing the edge of the silk sheets. The events of the past weeks had been overwhelming…. betrayal, danger, and the lingering ghosts of her father’s mistakes.But now, for the first time, she felt free.Victor stood across the room, watching her. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the toned muscles beneath, his dark eyes were filled with something. He knew what tonight meant. Not just for him, but for her.She turned to look at him, her lips parting slightly as she whispered, “I’m ready to move on.”Victor took slow and measured steps towards her, his presence consuming her senses. When he reached her, he cupped her face in his hands, his fingers brushing against her jawline with a gentleness that sent shivers within her.“You’re sure?” His voice was husky, deep with desire but laced with restraint.Olivia nodded, her hands finding their way to his
The tension in the room was suffocating. Olivia sat across from Victor in his private study, their hands intertwined on the polished wooden desk between them. Neither of them spoke for a long time, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on them.Russo was more than just another threat…. he was a ghost from Victor’s past, someone who had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And now, he had made his move.“I don’t want you involved in this,” Victor finally said, his voice low but firm.Olivia tightened her grip on his hand. “You don’t get to make that choice for me.”Victor’s eyes darken. “This isn’t like before, Olivia. Russo isn’t just another rival looking to take my empire, he wants blood. My blood.” His jaw clenched. “And if he knows how much you mean to me, he’ll come after you, too.”Olivia’s heart pounded. “Then let’s stop him before he gets the chance.”Victor exhaled sharply. “You don’t…..”“I understand perfectly,” she interrupted. “You’ve spent your entire life
The morning light filters through the window, casting a warm glow over the safehouse. Olivia sat at the kitchen table, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the wooden surface. She felt the quiet peace of the moment, but the weight of the past weeks lingered in the back of her mind… a constant reminder of the danger they had barely escaped.Victor was uncharacteristically silent as he moved around the kitchen, his movements purposeful. The tension in his shoulders was less pronounced, but his eyes remained guarded. Olivia could sense he was lost in his thoughts, and she wondered if he was considering the same thing she was: their future.“What’s on your mind?” she finally asked, breaking the silence.Victor paused, setting a mug of coffee in front of her.“Everything,” he replied, his voice low. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he regarded her. “Our lives. What comes next.”Olivia met his gaze steadily, her fingers tightening around the warm mug. “We’ve talke
The air smelled of smoke and blood. The echoes of gunfire had finally faded, leaving only a suffocating silence in their wake.Olivia stood beside Victor, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped the gun still warm from the final shot she had fired. Around them, the bodies of their enemies lay motionless, the last remnants of a threat that had haunted them for too long.It was over.Or at least, it should have been.Victor exhaled, running a hand through his bloodied hair. His dark eyes scanned the scene, ensuring there were no survivors. His entire body was tense, shoulders tensed, fists clenched. He wasn’t celebrating. He never did.“This was their last move,” he muttered. “They had no backup plan. No one else is coming.”Olivia swallows hard. “Then why don’t you look relieved?”Victor’s eyes flickered to her. “Because peace never lasts in this world.”She knew he was right. Even as they stood victorious, Olivia could feel the weight of everything they had lost, of everything the
The air inside Victor’s office was unspeakable. A large map of the city was spread across the table, red markings and hastily scribbled notes covering its surface. His men stood around, speaking in low, urgent voices, but Olivia’s focus was only on Victor.He looked more dangerous than she had ever seen him. His suit jacket was draped over the chair, sleeves rolled up to reveal his powerful forearms. His jaw was clenched, his dark eyes scanning the map with deadly eyes.“This isn’t just another power move,” Victor finally said. “They’re coming for everything. My business. My territory. And you.”A chill ran down, but she forced herself to stand firm. She wasn’t the same woman who had fought to escape him.Now, she was fighting to survive with him.“So what’s the plan?” she asked.Victor’s gaze flickered to her, studying her reaction. “You want to fight? You’ll fight.”Olivia barely had time to react before Victor turned to his men. “Get her a gun. And prepare the car.”Her heart pound
The ride back to Victor’s estate was silent.Olivia was sitting in the passenger seat of his black SUV, staring out at the passing city lights. Her body ached from the fight, her wrists sore from where Marco had grabbed her, but none of that compared to the storm inside her.Victor’s fingers drummed against the steering wheel; his knuckles still bruised from the fight. He hadn’t said a word since they left the warehouse. His jaw was locked tight.But she knew him well enough by now.He was furious.Not just at Marco. Not just at his enemies.At her.She exhaled sharply and turned to face him. “Say something.”Victor didn’t respond.“Victor.”His grip tightened on the wheel. “You could have died.”Olivia bit her lip. “So could you.”He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “That’s different.”“No, it’s not.” She clenched her fists. “You act like you’re the only one allowed to make sacrifices. But I chose to do that. Just like you always do.”Victor suddenly pulled the car over, the
The tension in the room was suffocating. Olivia sat across from Marco Ricci, one of Victor’s most dangerous enemies, trying to steady her breathing as she made her proposal.“I’m not here as Victor’s pawn,” she said, keeping her voice firm. “I came on my own. To negotiate.”Marco leaned back in his chair, a cruel smirk curling on his lips. His dark eyes studied her, filled with amusement and something dangerous.“You must think highly of yourself,” he murmured. “Walking into a lion’s den without your master’s leash.”Olivia clenched her fists under the table. “Victor doesn’t own me.”Marco chuckled, swirling the glass of alcohol in his hand. “No? Then why does he tear the world apart for you?”She had no answer for that.Marco leaned forward. “So, tell me, sweetheart. What do you think you can offer me that would make me reconsider my war with Victor?”Olivia swallowed. This was the moment that could change everything.“A deal,” she said. “A ceasefire. I know you want Victor’s world,
The silence between them was suffocating.Victor was standing in front of Olivia; his piercing eyes were locked onto hers.Her body still ached from the suffering of being kidnapped, her mind still reeling from the fear of almost losing herself again. And yet, here she was, face to face with the man who had burned himself into her heart, despite all the things he had done.She swallowed hard before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying the weight of everything she felt.“If I asked you to let me go… would you?”Victor’s entire body tensed.He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a slow step toward her, his movements deliberate, controlled. But Olivia didn’t back away this time.His jaw clenched. “Why are you asking me this?”Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. “Because I need to know.”Victor exhaled sharply, his hand running through his dark hair in frustration. “Olivia, after everything… after what they did to you… you’re asking me if I would let you