Victor’s presence in Olivia’s room felt suffocating. He was looking at her with sharp gaze, the map in his hands was like a mysterious piece of evidence. Olivia’s heart was racing, her breathing was hard as the door shut behind him."I told you," Victor said, in a calm way. "I will be always one step ahead."Olivia sat up on bed, clutching the sheets tightly. "You can’t expect me to just… stay here," she said with a trembling voice. "I am not a prisoner."Victor gave a smirk; his eyes get dark. "Aren’t you?" he asked, moving forward. "Because last I checked, prisoners don’t get the luxury of planning their escape."Victor closed the distance between them. Olivia refused to look away, even fear resides in her. "Tell me, Olivia," Victor said, "What exactly you want to do if you managed to get past me? Wander uselessly through the forest? Get help from the first car you see? You’re smarter than that."Olivia said hesitantly. "I… I wasn’t going to leave. I just…""Don’t lie to me," Victor
The room becomes suffocating as Victor closed the door behind him."Eavesdropping isn’t polite," Victor said, his voice was low. "Care to explain what you were doing by the window?"Olivia’s heart raced. "I wasn’t eavesdropping," she said hesitantly, taking a step back. "I just… heard voices and I was curious."Victor gave a cold smile as he moves toward her. "Curiosity," he sneers. "It’s a dangerous thing. Haven’t you learned that by now?"Victor stopped few inches away from her. "What did you hear?" he asked, his voice was sharp."Nothing," Olivia lied, her voice trembles. "I couldn’t make out what you were saying."Victor studied her for a moment, looking at her. "Do you know what happens to people who lie to me?" he asked. She swallowed hard. "I’m not lying."Victor’s smiles widens but there was no warmth in it. "You are not a very good liar. But since I’m feeling generous tonight, I’ll give you one more chance to tell me the truth."Olivia clenched her fists to calm herself. "I d
Sleep escaped her, the fragments of Victor’s conversation with the unknown visitor replayed over and over. "She’s not ready… They will expect her soon." Each word felt like a shard of glass, cutting her deeper.Who were "they"? And what could they possibly want from her?The morning sun comes through the curtains, but its warmth brought little comfort. Victor had locked her room again, a precaution she was getting used to. Yet Olivia was anything but submissive. She was roaming in the room like a caged animal.She needed answers.When Victor arrived to take her to breakfast, he was calm. His suit was perfect, his dark hair perfectly styled. He extended a hand toward her.Olivia placed her hand in his, and he take her down the familiar corridors. As they reached the dining room, Olivia forced herself to speak. "Victor, who was that man last night?"Victor’s expression didn’t change but she noticed the slight tightening of his jaw. "You were dreaming," he said smoothly, pulling out her
Victor's eyes dig into Olivia’s, pinning her in place as if he could strip away her thoughts. Her heart was racing with the memory of the journal and the circled date.“What is it we need to discuss?” she asked.Victor leaned in closer. “You’ve been restless,” he said, his voice was full with suspicion. “It makes me wonder what is it that keeps you wake up late at night?”You, Olivia thought, but she didn’t say. Instead, she shrugged. “This place. It’s hard to feel comfortable when I’m here locked up like a prisoner.”Victor’s smile faded, replaced by a cold expression. “You aren’t a prisoner. You’re my wife. There’s a difference.”“A wife has a choice,” she shot back, surprising him. “A prisoner doesn’t.”Victor’s expression changed and for a moment she thought she had gone too far. “You’re right,” he said, leaning back. “A wife does have choices. But she doesn’t make mistakes, Olivia, you chose this path when you married me. And now, you can’t turn back.”His words felt like tighten
Olivia’s heart raced in the quiet stillness of the villa. Victor’s parting words echoes in her heart, "To see you." It was the claim and a warning, a threat wrapped in the illusion of intimacy.She sat up in her bed, her fists grasping the sheets. Each interaction with Victor seemed to strip away the darkness. But tonight, something had shifted. He had let her out of the house, let her see outside. Yet every step closer to understanding him seemed to drag her further into his web of control.The morning sunlight comes through windows, but Olivia hadn’t slept all night, thinking about it. What deal? And why did Alexander look at me like I was included in it?Victor was nowhere when she stepped into the dining room. She decided to take advantage of his absence.“Excuse me,” Olivia said, her voice was calm as she addressed one of the maids. “Can you tell me where Mr. Victor is?”The maid hesitated; her eyes had something that looked like fear. “Mr. Victor is handling some business in his
Victor’s grip on Olivia’s arm was tight as he took her down the staircase. The air grew cooler as going down, the scent of stones was filling her senses. Her heart was beating hard. Whatever lay below this secret door felt like the key to everything that Victor had kept locked away.“Victor,” Olivia said with a voice shaky, “you don’t have to do this. Just tell me what’s going on.”He didn’t reply. She tried to resist, planting her feet on the steps, but he tightened his grip more, pulling her along.“You wanted to know,” he said. “You’ll get them. But don’t expect to like what you find.”The staircase ended, opening into a dark room. Olivia blinked as her eyes adjusted to see the room. The space was unlike anything she had seen in the villa, stone walls lined with shelves holding documents and strange artifacts. A large table was in the center filled with maps and photographs.But it wasn’t the room that get her attention. It was the man standing at the far end, his back to them.“Al
Olivia stood froze, her mind was spinning as she stared at Alam’s tall figure. There was something familiar about him, in the sharpness of his eyes.“Protection, Alexander?” Alam scoff. “Don’t make me laugh. You can barely protect yourself.” Alexander’s jaw tightens, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he shifted to Olivia, a silent warning in his eyes.Alam wasn’t just another of Victor’s man, he was someone who held power. “You’ve got some nerve,” she said, her voice calm despite her pounding heart. “Coming in here and acting like you own me.”Alam raised an eyebrow, totally amused “Own you? No. But you belong to Victor, and by it, you answer to me.” The words hit her like a slap. She bit her lip, refusing to let her fear show. “I don’t belong to anyone.”Alam chuckled darkly. “That’s where you are wrong, sweetheart. You were taken away before you were even born.”Alexander moved stepping closer to Olivia as if to shield her. “That’s enough, Alam. She doesn’t need to know everything.” A
The sharp and metallic sounds of the enforcers’ boots on the floor brought Olivia back to the present. The smoke lingered faintly in the air, a reminder of the stranger’s sudden appearance and quicker disappearance.“Speak!” one of Victor’s men growled. “What happened here?”Olivia clenched her fists. The truth burned her tongue, but she knew the consequences of speaking too freely.Alexander, still catching his breath, stepped forward. His voice was steady, but his expression betrayed his unease. “The intruder was after me. They used her to get to me.”The man saw, suspicion evident in his eyes. “And you let them escape?”Alexander’s jaw tightens. “They were faster and more skilled. If I hadn’t been here, Olivia might’ve been taken.”The enforcer’s eyes shifted to Olivia, cold. “Victor won’t like hearing about this.”The mention of Victor’s name made Olivia’s heartbeat fasten. She glanced at Alexander; his light nod reassured her that he had a plan.“We’ll report this directly to him,
The shadow outside the window froze Olivia in place, her breath stuck in her throat. For a moment, she thought her heart had stopped entirely. The man stood still, almost as if it were a part of the night itself.“Victor…” Her voice was barely above a whisper, shaking with fear.Victor looked up from his phone, his sharp eyes immediately darting to her. He followed her stare to the window, and in an instant, he was on his feet, grabbing the nearest object… a baseball bat he kept by the door for emergencies.“Stay with Ava,” he ordered, his voice low but commanding.Olivia hesitated, fear holding her, but she nodded. She rushed to Ava’s room, where the little girl was peacefully asleep, completely unaware of the danger.Victor moved towards the window; his grip tight on the bat. He could feel his adrenaline spiking as he tried to steady his breathing. Peering through the glass, he saw no one… only t
The soft sound of the heater filled the silence in the living room. Olivia stood near the window; her arms wrapped around herself as she stares out into the darkness. The light glow of the streetlight lit the edge of their yard, casting shadows that seems to move with the wind.But one shadow didn’t move.Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced, trying to make sense of the shape near the fence. Was it just her imagination? Or was someone there?Victor’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. “Olivia,” he called softly, stepping into the room.She turned quickly, startled. “I… I thought I saw something,” she whispered, her voice trembling.Victor frowned, immediately on alert. He crossed the room to her. “Where?”She pointed towards the yard, her hand shaking slightly. “Near the fence.”Victor moved closer to the window, scanning the area. The shadow she had seen was gone.
The sound of the gunshot echoed in Olivia’s ears, loud and piercing, as though the cabin itself had recoiled in shock. She froze, unable to process what had just happened. Her eyes locked on Leo as he staggers backward, his hand holding his side where blood comes out through his shirt.But Leo didn’t fall.With a wild growl, he pushed forward, his grip on the knife tightens. His eyes burned with rage, the kind of madness that ignored pain and reason.Victor raised his gun again, steady and calm. “Leo, don’t make me fire again,” he warned, his voice low and filled with authority.But Leo didn’t stop.Olivia’s PerspectiveFrom her position behind Victor, Olivia’s body shook uncontrollably. She could see the wild look in Leo’s eyes, the way his lips curled into a twisted smile even as blood was trickling from his side.She wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but he
The sound of the approaching car grew louder, breaking the silence that had surrounded the isolated cabin. Olivia’s heart pounded as she strained against the ropes binding her to the chair. Hope flickered within her, but it was quickly overshadowed by fear as she caught sight of the knife in Leo’s hand.Leo’s jaw tightens. He dragged the blade across the wooden table, the sound sending shivers down Olivia’s body. “Do you hear that, Olivia?” he asked, his voice low and cold.Olivia didn’t respond, her eyes fixed on the door. She prayed Victor would find her before it was too late.Leo crouched in front of her, his face inches from hers. “He won’t save you,” he whispered. “If he walks through that door, I’ll end him. And you’ll have no one left but me.”The sound of the engine stopped, replaced by the crunch of boots on floor. Victor was here. Olivia’s heart swelled wi
Victor’s heart was racing, his breaths shallow and uneven. Olivia was gone. The sight of the open window, curtains billowing in the cool night air, sent an icy fear down in his body.He grabbed his phone, dialing the head of the security team stationed outside. “Where the hell were you?” he shouted the moment the call connected. “Someone just took Olivia from our house!”The man on the other end stammers, “W-We didn’t see anyone, sir. The patrol didn’t…”Victor cut him off, his voice cold and furious. “If you didn’t see anything, you weren’t doing your damn job. I want every available unit searching for her. NOW.”He slammed the phone down, his hands trembling. The thought of Olivia in Leo’s hands made his blood boil. He had to find her… and fast.Meanwhile, in the backseat of a speeding car…Olivia’s wrists ached f
The next morning, Olivia stared at the message on her phone, her hands shaking. The words echoed in her mind: "You’ll be mine, Olivia. At all cost."Victor noticed her pale face as he came out of the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hand. “What’s wrong?” he asked, rushing to her side.Without a word, Olivia handed him her phone. His expression darkens as he read the message. The muscles in his jaw tightened, and his hand gripped the phone so tightly that Olivia feared he might crush it.“He’s not going to stop,” Olivia whispered, her voice shaky. “What if he…”Victor silenced her by pulling her into a tight embrace. “I won’t let anything happen to you or Ava,” he said. “Leo’s going to pay for this.”Victor immediately called the police and reported the message. By midday, officers were at their home, taking Olivia’s statement. They promise
The evening sunlight streams through the large windows of the living room. Olivia sat on the sofa with Ava, her daughter’s giggles filling the air as they worked together on a coloring book. Victor had texted earlier, saying he’d be home early, and Olivia was looking forward to a quiet evening with her family.Ava was busy deciding between a green or purple crayon when the doorbell rang. Olivia glanced at the clock, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. She gets up from her spot and opened the door, she finds Leo standing there with a bouquet of roses in hand and a creepy smile on his face.“Leo? Why are…” she hesitated.“Olivia,” he said smoothly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. The scent of the roses was overpowering, but what unsettled Olivia even more was his creepy eyes.“I didn’t invite you in,” Olivia said, stepping back.Leo chuckled as if she were jokin
Victor’s grip on his phone tightened as he read the message again. The words were cold and taunting, a calculated strike meant to shake him.He paced his study. Who had sent the message? Was it Leo, or was someone else involved? He couldn’t afford to take any chances.Pulling out his phone, he dialed one of his most trusted security advisors. “I want every detail of where that message came from. Trace it, and report back to me immediately.”“Yes, sir,” came the response.Victor’s jaw clenched as he ended the call. This wasn’t just about Leo anymore.Meanwhile, Olivia stood in the gallery, her hands shaking as she arranged the final touches for the event. The gallery was buzzing with pieces from her latest collections.But despite the excitement, an undercurrent of unease rippled through her. Victor’s words from earlier echoes in her mind: “He’s planning something. I won&rs
Victor’s intense eyes locked onto Olivia as they sat in their living room. Ava was asleep upstairs, leaving them alone in the suffocating silence.“You didn’t tell me he came to the gallery before,” Victor said, his voice low but vibrating with controlled anger.“I thought he’d stop,” Olivia admitted, wringing her hands nervously. “I didn’t want to worry you. I thought I could handle it on my own.”Victor leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Olivia, you’re my wife. You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone. When something happens, you should tell me.”Olivia’s heart twisted at the frustration in his tone, but she also felt her own frustration rising to the surface. “And what would you have done, Victor? If I told you sooner, you would’ve gone after him. You’re already letting him get in your mind.”Victor stood abruptly, r