Olivia’s breathing was coming in shallow gasps. She crept closer to the cave’s entrance, her were shaking.“Please,” she whispered, clinging to the stranger’s promise. “Please come back.”The light sound of footsteps reached her ears, breaking the silence. A man comes out from the shadows. For a moment, relief passed over her as she recognized the stranger’s face.But the relief was short. Blood stained their shirt, the dark blood spreading across the fabric.“You’re hurt!” Olivia said, rushing toward them. The stranger jaw clenched in pain. “I’m fine.”“No, you’re not,” she argued, her hands moved uncertainly over their wound. “Let me help.”“There’s no time,” they said sharply while glancing towards the forest. “They’re regrouping. We should move.”Olivia hesitated with concern towards them. “You’re bleeding…”“I said I’m fine!” the stranger raised their voice, harsher than intended.The anger in their voice startled her into silence, but the glimpse of guilt in their eyes softens t
The narrow entrance became a block point. Olivia hides behind the stranger, her heart pounding so hardly. The stranger steadies their breathing, every muscle stiff as they gripped the bloody handle of the knife.“Don’t move,” they whispered, their voice was low.Olivia nodded, she wanted to run. But there was nowhere to go.The first man entered; his gun raised as his eyes goes over to the spot, but he didn’t find them immediately. The stranger waited, their breathing hard despite the pain coming from their side. When the man took another step inside, their movements became quiet.Suddenly, the stranger attacked, their knife digging into the man’s side before he could react. A loud cry echoed through the forest as the man fell, his weapon falling to the ground.Before the stranger could recover, another man ran through the entrance, raising his rifle.“Behind you!” Olivia screamed, unable to hold back.The stranger turned just in time, quickly avoiding the aim of the rifle aimed at th
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
Olivia left the restaurant with a mixture of emotions boiling inside her, anger, fear, and a sensation that she couldn't quite place. Victor's proposition replayed in her mind, the possessive tone of his voice and the way he looked at her as though she were already his. It was maddening and crazy, but a tiny voice in her head reminded her of her financial situation that had pushed her to accept the meeting in the first place.Her father’s health was changing rapidly, and the medical bills were suffocating her. She had poured every penny into his treatment, sacrificing her art to take on freelance work that barely kept her stable. The thought of Victor’s offer disgusted her, yet the security he promised was something she desperately needed. The idea of accepting such terms, however, was unthinkable. She was no one’s possession, and she refused to be bought, no matter how her circumstances were.Back in her tiny studio apartment, Olivia sat at her desk, her hands were trembling slightly
The days passed slowly, each one like a reminder of Olivia’s trembling situation. Victor's words haunted her thoughts, whenever she tried to push them away. She went through working her freelance jobs, visiting her father in the hospital, and painting late into the night, hoping that distraction would drive out the unease in her heart. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t escape the growing pressure.Her father’s condition took a sudden turn to the worse, and the doctors were now recommending a high-risk surgery that would give him a fighting chance. But it came with an even higher price. Olivia listened to the doctor as he explained the situation, the numbers going through her eyes. It was more than she could ever hope to come up with on her own.That night, as she lay on her bed, Olivia found herself reaching out for the letter she had thrown across the room few days ago. She looked it out, staring at the address Victor had provided. Her heart pounded as she it. Every fiber
Victor wasted no time after sealing their agreement. The very next day, he sent a car to collect Olivia’s bringing and her to his house that would now be her home. The building tower over the city like a cold glass façade reflecting the world outside, a world she was beginning to feel increasingly disconnected from. Olivia sat in the backseat, staring out of the window as her old neighborhood slowly disappears behind her. The life she had known was now over, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead filled her with a mixture of fear.The house was as stylish as she remembered, but now it felt more like a cage than a luxurious home. The living room’s open space seemed to swallow her as she walked in, her footsteps echoed against the marble floor. Victor was waiting for her, dressed as always, his posture relaxed yet commanding as he leaned against the piano by the window.“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, his voice was smooth and casual, as though she were merely a guest. “I’ll have th
The days which followed the business dinner settled into an uncomfortableness. Victor insisted on controlling nearly every aspect of Olivia’s new life, from what she wore to who she could speak to. His possessiveness was becoming suffocating, yet there was a warmth in his eyes that made her heart race. She found herself walking on a tightrope between defiance and submission, testing his limits while unwillingly surrendering small parts of herself to his will.The house became her prison. Each morning, she woke to find Victor already dressed, his mind was in phone calls and meetings, planning each day. Despite her attempts to establish some independence, it became clear that Victor's impact touched every corner of her world. She had nowhere to run, no safe place outside his eyes.One evening, as she sat on the balcony looking the city, she heard his footsteps approaching. She straightened and braced herself for another one of their tension-filled conversations.“You seem deep in though
Olivia sat alone in the living room; her thoughts were racing as she tried to picture the image of kiss exchange with Victor. His kiss warmth still feels on her lips like a dangerous blend of passion and control that terrifies her. She knew she was playing with fire, yet every time she pushed back, Victor only seemed to draw her in deeper, as if her resistance was fueling his obsession more and more.Minutes passed, and then hours, but Victor didn’t return. Olivia feels anxiety building in her, mind wandering to the possibilities of what could have called him away so urgently. She tried to brush it off, convincing herself it was just another one of his business matters. But she couldn’t.Unable to sleep, she goes back to her room and collapsed onto the bed, all day exhaustion was pulling her.Morning came, and Olivia wakes up by light voices outside her room. She slipped out of bed and open the door. She found Victor in the hallway, speaking with a man she didn’t recognize; a tall, bro
The narrow entrance became a block point. Olivia hides behind the stranger, her heart pounding so hardly. The stranger steadies their breathing, every muscle stiff as they gripped the bloody handle of the knife.“Don’t move,” they whispered, their voice was low.Olivia nodded, she wanted to run. But there was nowhere to go.The first man entered; his gun raised as his eyes goes over to the spot, but he didn’t find them immediately. The stranger waited, their breathing hard despite the pain coming from their side. When the man took another step inside, their movements became quiet.Suddenly, the stranger attacked, their knife digging into the man’s side before he could react. A loud cry echoed through the forest as the man fell, his weapon falling to the ground.Before the stranger could recover, another man ran through the entrance, raising his rifle.“Behind you!” Olivia screamed, unable to hold back.The stranger turned just in time, quickly avoiding the aim of the rifle aimed at th
Olivia’s breathing was coming in shallow gasps. She crept closer to the cave’s entrance, her were shaking.“Please,” she whispered, clinging to the stranger’s promise. “Please come back.”The light sound of footsteps reached her ears, breaking the silence. A man comes out from the shadows. For a moment, relief passed over her as she recognized the stranger’s face.But the relief was short. Blood stained their shirt, the dark blood spreading across the fabric.“You’re hurt!” Olivia said, rushing toward them. The stranger jaw clenched in pain. “I’m fine.”“No, you’re not,” she argued, her hands moved uncertainly over their wound. “Let me help.”“There’s no time,” they said sharply while glancing towards the forest. “They’re regrouping. We should move.”Olivia hesitated with concern towards them. “You’re bleeding…”“I said I’m fine!” the stranger raised their voice, harsher than intended.The anger in their voice startled her into silence, but the glimpse of guilt in their eyes softens t
The world seemed to fade around as Olivia’s body was falling through the air. The wind past her ears, sinking out her scream, and the sharp rocks below grew closer with every passing second. Her heart raced with panic, her thoughts was fill with fear and regret.Just as she braced for the situation, a strong hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. The shaking halt sent a sharp pain through her arm, but it was lifesaving.“Got you!” the stranger groaned, their muscles straining as they held her hanging body.Olivia looked up, her wide eyes locking onto the stranger’s. Their face was tense with effort, drops of sweat glowing in the moonlight.“Don’t let go!” she plea, tears running down her cheeks.“I won’t,” they said clenching their teeth.With a determined sound, the stranger pulled her up, inch by inch, until she was back on the cliff. Olivia clung to the rock; her body was shaking from the nearly-death experience.For a moment, neither of them spokes. “Are you okay?” the stranger fina
The forest was a maze, its dense area covering Olivia in total darkness. Her steps were heavy as she goes deeper into the woods, the echo of gunfire was still ringing in her ears.She didn’t slow down. Every rustle of leaves feels like Victor’s men closing in on her. Her heart pounded hardly in her chest, and her breath came in small gasps, but she still goes on. Freedom was close, yet still terrifying.After what feels like hours, Olivia collapsed against a tree, her legs shaking and her lungs were burning. She grabbed her chest, trying to calm the storm circulating within her.The stranger’s face flashed in her mind, those piercing eyes, the calm posture as they faced down Victor’s men alone.“Why did you do it?” she whispered into the darkness, tears coming down her cheeks. “Why?”But a low growl broke the silence, and Olivia froze. Her eyes looked around, searching for the source of the sound. The forest suddenly feels alive with unseen threats, each shadow feels like a potential
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,
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
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’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 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