The moon was high in the sky, casting shadows across the expansive grounds of Victor’s mansion. The night was cold, rustling the trees as Olivia stepped quietly into the garden, her breath small and quick. She had thought she was free. For a few moments, she could pretend to forget the grip of Victor, who had on her life. But even in this illusion of freedom, she wasn’t truly free. That constant and suffocating control remained settle deep within her.As she goes around the garden, she saw a man standing under near the fountain, his features were half-hidden in shadow. His name was Richard, a stranger she had met only a few days earlier in town. He had been kind, gentle in a way Victor never was.It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. She told herself that. But tonight, the loneliness and suffocation she felt inside Victor’s house had driven her to seek someone to talk with.Olivia approached Richard with a careful step, as if she were walking on weak glass. But she never noticed that s
The days become a blur for Olivia; long, endless, and exhausting. Victor had become more possessive over the last few weeks, his every action immersed in a darkness that was impossible to ignore. He didn't just want her body anymore. He wanted her entire life.One night, after dinner, she was in the study, attempting to escape her thoughts. But the moment of peace was short.The door gets open, and there was standing Victor. His expression looked exhausted like he was finding her. "Where do you think you’re going, Olivia?"She stands up from the desk. "I’m not going anywhere. Just trying to read."Victor’s eyes frowned. "Are you hiding away from me like some… prisoner?" His tone was heavy with the bitterness of his jealousy."I’m not hiding from you, Victor," she shot back, "I’m just trying to find some space. I can’t breathe with you around all the time." she said gritting her teeth. "I’m not your toy or your possession."He gave a cold smirk. "You’re right. You’re not my toy. You’re
Victor had always known how to take people according to his will, his power, his dangerous allure. But Olivia was different. She had resisted him at every turn and yet the more she pushed back, the more he wanted to claim her.As the days passed, their encounters became more charged. She didn’t love him, but he knew she couldn’t deny the attraction that pulled her closer to him each time. That’s what haunted him. He knew it wasn’t enough to simply control her body anymore.Victor was standing in front of the large window in his study, watching the rain outside. His thoughts were far from the business matters. Olivia had resisted him, but now…she was slipping. He could feel it but couldn’t quite understand. Was this love? Or was it just obsession? A need to control, to possess every part of her until there was nothing left of the woman?The next morning Olivia woke up and her eyes fell upon the tray of breakfast placed neatly on the side table. It was a disturbing routine, Victor’s way
Victor spin around, his reflexes were sharp and fast. The intruder attacked, wielding a blade that glowed under the dim light. Olivia’s scream echoed in the air as Victor dodged, barely avoiding the attack.The man moved with swift, his strikes aimed with deadly intent. Victor, however, was no stranger to danger. He countered with brutal efficiency; his movements were quick. The fight unfolded in a burst of blows, each sound vibrating through the house.Olivia stood still, her back pressed against the wall. Her heart pounded in her chest hardly. Her eyes go to a decorative vase nearby. Without thinking, she grabbed it and threw it at the attacker.The vase shatters against his back, momentarily stunning him. Victor takes the opportunity and delivers a powerful blow that sent the man stumbling to the floor.“Are you insane?” Victor shouted; his voice sharp as he glanced at Olivia. “I told you to stay put!”Olivia ignored him, her eyes were fixed on the intruder, who was groaning in pai
Sleep was indefinable, and every creak, every light rustle of the wind, set her nerves on tip.Victor’s earlier words echoes in her mind: “You can try to run, but I’ll always find you.”She clenched the sheets in her fists, her teeth grinding in frustration.But her thoughts were cut by an unfamiliar sound. It wasn’t the usual sound of the house’s nightly activities or the soft footsteps of the guards guarding outside. This was something sharper.Her heart raced as the sound grew closer; a slow, and calculated sound just outside her door. She froze, her heart pounding in her ears.The handle of her bedroom door twisted slightly, stopping just short of unlocking.Someone was there.Olivia got out of bed, her movements were quiet and cautious. She pressed herself against the wall near the window, her eyes were fixed on the door. For a moment, the handle stilled.And then, without warning, the door burst open.Victor was in his study, seeing his documents under the light of his desk lamp
Victor was in his study, speaking in low voice over the phone. The tension in his voice was unspeakable.“You assured me this wouldn’t happen again,” he said, his fingers gripped the edge of his desk. “If there’s another attack, I’ll hold you personally responsible.”Olivia was outside the door; her heartbeat was racing. She knew eavesdropping was risky, but still she leaned closer to hear.“They’re rising,” Victor continued, his voice was hard. “We need to send a message back…a clear one. Make sure they understand who they’re dealing with.”Her heart stopped. Who is 'they'? What kind of war is he fighting?Suddenly, the door opened and Victor stepped out. He paused when he saw Olivia standing there. His sharp eyes locked onto hers and for a moment, neither of them speaks.“Eavesdropping, Olivia?” he asked, his voice was calm.She
The tension in the room got heavy as Victor’s men scramble to prepare. Olivia stood frozen, she could see the controlled anger in Victor’s expression as he gave orders, his presence commanding the room."Get Olivia to the safe room," Victor said in sharp voice.“No!” Olivia’s voice rang out louder. Victor turned to her.“This isn’t time to argue,” he said coldly.“I’m not going to hide while your men risk their lives!” Olivia said with her fists clenched. “You’ve been training me, haven’t you? Let me help.”Victor stepped closer to her. “This isn’t some sparring match. These men won’t hesitate to kill you.”“And hiding will make me safer?” she countered, her voice trembles. “If I’m going to survive, I need to fight.”For a moment, Victor didn’t say anything, his jaw clenching as he weigh
Victor fall on to his knees beside Olivia, his hands shaking as he pressed against her wound. Blood leaked through his fingers, warm and sticky, a reminder of how close he had come to losing her.“Stay with me, Olivia,” he said with his voice cracking with urgency. “You’re not going anywhere!”Her lips moved, but no sound came out. Her eyes trembled shut, and panic goes through Victor like a wave.“Damn it!” he roared; his voice echoed room. Turning to his guards who had just entered, he barked, “Secure the area and call the doctor! NOW!”One of the guards nodded and ran off, while the others formed a protective circle around their boss.As Olivia’s breathing grew light, Victor lifted her into his arms and carried her toward a hidden corridor that led to his private room. Every step feels like an eternity, his mind racing with thoughts of what might happen if he couldn’t save her.
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
The air inside the estate was cold. Victor stood in the center of his study, his jaw clenched, fingers twitching over the handle of his gun. The message had been clear. Someone from his past had come again, and they had done the one thing he could never forgive… targeting Olivia.“Boss,” one of his men, Marco, spoke cautiously. “We confirmed it. The enemy knows her location. They sent a message to the rival families.”Victor’s grip on his gun tightened. His worst fear was unfolding before him. Olivia was no longer just caught in his world… she was the bait, the weakness his enemies had been waiting to exploit.“Who gave them her location?” Victor’s voice was deadly calm.Marco hesitated. “We’re still tracking the source. But it had to be someone close.”Victor’s mind raced. He had been careful, always ensuring that Olivia was safe. The only ones who knew her exact whereabouts were those in his inner circle. Which meant someone had betrayed him.A knock at the door made Victor snap his
The night air was cold. Olivia’s heart pounded as she pressed her back against the cold brick wall of the alleyway. Gunfire echoed in the distance, the sharp sound cutting through the darkness. She could hear Victor’s men engaging in a brutal firefight with their enemies, but she had only one thought racing through her mind…. Victor.He had shoved her out of the way when the ambush began, shielding her with his own body before ordering her to run. But running was the last thing on her mind.She needed to get back to him.She had to know he was alive.Taking a deep breath, Olivia gripped the small pistol Victor had insisted she carry. Her fingers trembled as she moved towards the chaos.The moment she stepped out of the alley; she saw him.Victor stood in the center of the bloodshed, his black coat whipping in the wind, his gun raised as he fired with deadly precision. His men surrounded him, covering his side, but it was clear they were outnumbered.And then, Olivia saw the assassin.
The weight of the discovery settled heavily in Olivia’s chest.She was sitting alone in the study, the glow of the computer screen casting shadows across her face. The files in front of her revealed something she wasn’t supposed to see… something that could shake the very foundation of Victor’s world.Someone within his inner circle was betraying him.The evidence was hidden, buried deep within encrypted messages and financial transactions. But Olivia had seen enough in her time with Victor to recognize the patterns. Money was being funneled out of his businesses, secrets were being sold to his enemies, and worst of all… someone close to him was leaking information about her.Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the emails. The betrayal wasn’t just about power. Whoever was doing this wanted Victor’s world to crumble. They wanted him dead.And they wanted her gone.A Dangerous DecisionOlivia shut the laptop and leaned back in the chair, her heart pounding.She should tell Victor