Few days later, the dimly lit warehouse smelled of sweat, blood, and the metallic hint of fear. Olivia stood near the entrance, her body stiff as Victor’s men dragged a trembling figure into the center of the room. The man….. one of Victor’s own, was chained and bruised, his face was swollen from an already harsh interrogation. Olivia didn’t know his crime, but from the cold anger in Victor’s eyes, she knew it had to be serious.
She swallows hard, her heartbeat hammering against her ribs as Victor took slow, deliberate steps forward. The air was thick with tension, his presence suffocating. He didn’t even glance in her direction, his entire focus was on the traitor before him.
“You betrayed me.” Victor’s voice was terrifyingly calm. “Tell me why I shouldn’t put a bullet in your head right now.”
The man whimpered, struggling against his restraints. “I… I had no choice. They thre
The air in Victor’s office was cold with tension. Olivia stood with her arms crossed, her eyes locked onto his. The argument had started over something trivial, but now, it had rose into something else.“You don’t own me, Victor!” Olivia spat; her voice laced with rage. “You can’t keep treating me like a possession.”Victor’s expression darkens, his jaw tightening as he took a step closer. “Then stop acting like you don’t belong here,” he countered, his voice dangerously low. “Every time you defy me, you put yourself in danger.”“I never asked for your protection,” she snapped, her pulse racing.Victor scoffed, his lips giving way to something between amusement and frustration. “You think you’d last a second out there without me?”The words sent a surge of anger through Olivia. She hated how he made her feel…. trapped, powerless, yet undeniably drawn to him. She hated how his presence consumed her thoughts, how his touch still lingers on her skin even when she tried to forget.“I’d ra
Olivia paced inside Victor’s study, the tension in the air so thick it was suffocating. She clenched the papers in her hand…. evidence that Victor had been tracking her every movement, monitoring her conversations, and keeping tabs on her through hidden cameras and his men.“You’ve been spying on me,” she accused, her voice shaking with anger. “Every second, every breath I take….. you’ve been watching?”Victor stood by the window; his frame cast shadows as he calmly sipped his whiskey. “It’s not spying,” he replied, his voice dangerously smooth. “It’s protection.”Olivia’s hands trembles as she threw the papers onto his desk. “Protection? This…. is control, Victor! You don’t trust me.”He turned, his cold blue eyes locking onto hers. “I do trust you,” he said, stepping closer. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you go.”She backed away, her heart pounding hardly. “You can’t keep me like this. I’m not your prisoner.”Victor chuckled darkly. “Aren’t you?” He moved so swiftly that Olivia ba
The moment Victor received the call, his world darkened.His grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white as one of his men stumbled out the devastating news. Olivia had been taken. His men had failed.The sound of a glass shattering filled the air as Victor threw the crystal glass across the room. The expensive liquor dripped down the walls, a silent proof to his growing rage. His office, usually an oasis of control, now felt suffocating, his anger pressing against the walls like a caged beast ready to tear everything apart."Who?" His voice was quiet, but the deadly calm was more terrifying than any scream.Luca, one of his most trusted enforcers, stood stiff before him, his face was pale. "The rival mafia group. We suspect it’s Ricardo DeLuca’s men. They left no traces, but we intercepted radio chatter confirming Olivia is in their hands."A cold chill swept through the room, but it wasn’t fear… it was the promise of violence. Victor’s fists clenched so tightly, his nail
The cold metal of the restraints bit into Olivia’s wrists as she sat in the dimly lit warehouse, her heart pounding like a drum. The reek of gasoline and sweat clung to the air, thick and suffocating.She had been taken.It happened so fast… one moment, she was within the supposed safety of Victor’s mansion, and the next, she was being dragged into an unmarked van, a cloth pressed over her nose and mouth until the world faded to black. Now, as she blinked away the haze of unconsciousness, reality settled in with brutal clarity.She was alone.A rough hand yanked her chin up, forcing her to meet the sharp and piercing eyes of a man she didn’t recognize. His face was rugged, scarred, and filled with something far more dangerous than mere hatred… he enjoyed this.“Victor’s little queen,” he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. “Never thought I’d get the chance to meet you up close.”Olivia swallows her fear, steadying her expression into something normal. She couldn’t let them see he
The ride back to the estate was silent, save for the soft sound of the rain showering against the tinted windows. Olivia sat rigidly in the leather seat of Victor’s car, her wrists still tingling from where the ropes had cut into her skin. Victor sat beside her, his broad frame tense, his fingers drumming lightly against his knee as if trying to cover the storm within him.She didn’t know what to say. A part of her wanted to thank him for rescuing her, but another part of her was drowning in unease. The blood on his hands, the way he had executed her captors without hesitation, it should have terrified her. And yet, what truly unsettled her was the way she felt safe in his presence, despite everything.Victor turned his head slightly, his sharp eyes landing on her.“You haven’t said a word.” His voice was low, steady, but there was an underlying tension to it.Olivia swallows hard. “What do you want me to say?”“That you understand.”She frowned. “Understand what?”Victor leaned close
Few days later, Olivia sat frozen, her fingers clenched around the crumpled paper in her hand. The words written across it blurred her vision with disbelief and anger. Her father had been taken. Not missing, not on the run… but taken. And the name tied to his disappearance, the man responsible for ripping her world apart, was none other than Victor.Her breath hitched as she forced herself to read the letter again, its cruel truth clawing at her chest."Victor had him taken care of. No loose ends."No loose ends.Her heart twisted. She had trusted Victor, despite everything. She had let herself be consumed by his world, by his touch, by the possessiveness in his eyes. And all this time, he had been the one to destroy her life.Footsteps echoed down the hallway. Olivia's pulse spiked, her heartbeat thundering against her ribs. She shoved the paper into her pocket just as the door swung open, revealing the man who had so effortlessly bound her to him in ways she hadn’t realized until no
Olivia’s heart pounded in her ears as the weight of the truth settled over her. Her father was alive. Victor had known. He had lied to her. Manipulated her. And now, as she stood before him, her entire body was shaking with anger.Victor took a slow step forward, his expression carefully guarded. “Olivia….”“Don’t.” Her voice falters between anger and desperation. “Don’t you dare say my name like that.”His jaw tightened. “You’re overreacting.”“Overreacting?” she choked out a bitter laugh. “You let me believe my father was dead, Victor! You let me grieve for him while you sat there….” She gestured wildly, her hands trembling. “… acting like I belonged to you, like you could just erase my past and replace it with yourself!”Victor sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I never said he was dead.”Olivia clenched her fists. “But you let me believe it! You let me suffer, knowing the truth all along!”His eyes darkened. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react exactly like this.”
Steam frizzed in the air as warm water flowed down Olivia’s bare skin. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows along the marble walls, illuminating the massive bathtub Victor had insisted she use.His hands moved over her body with slow and deliberate care, dragging a soapy cloth along her back before dipping lower. The heat of his touch entered into her skin, but it wasn’t just the temperature of the water making her breath hitch…. it was him. The way his fingers lingered, the way he watched her with that unreadable intensity, as if she were something fragile and precious yet wholly his to break.“I can do it myself,” she mumbled, her voice whisper.Victor chuckled, low and deep. “You could. But I like taking care of you.”His tone was possessive, his words laced with something darker. Olivia flinched, gripping the edge of the tub. Every time she thought she had a grasp on him, he shattered her expectations. One moment, he was cruel, a man who held her life in his hands without
Olivia wasn’t sure what drew her downstairs that evening. Perhaps it was the eerie quiet that settles over the house, a rare moment where Victor wasn’t around her, watching her like a hawk. Or maybe it was the lingering taste of their last encounter, the way his words haunted her.I don’t want you to be my prisoner. I want you to be mine.She shook her head as she stepped into the hallway. She didn’t want to think about him.But she froze at the sound of low laughter coming from the study.Victor’s laughter.Curiosity got the best of her. Slowly, she crept closer, peeking through the slightly open door.Inside, Victor was leaning against his desk, a rare and genuine smile on his face as he talked to a small boy no older than seven. Olivia’s breath caught. She had never seen this side of him… relaxed, almost gentle.The boy grinned up at him, clutching a toy car in his hands. “Uncle Victor, did you see me drive it super-fast?”Victor chuckled, ruffling the boy’s hair. “Yeah, you nearly
Steam frizzed in the air as warm water flowed down Olivia’s bare skin. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows along the marble walls, illuminating the massive bathtub Victor had insisted she use.His hands moved over her body with slow and deliberate care, dragging a soapy cloth along her back before dipping lower. The heat of his touch entered into her skin, but it wasn’t just the temperature of the water making her breath hitch…. it was him. The way his fingers lingered, the way he watched her with that unreadable intensity, as if she were something fragile and precious yet wholly his to break.“I can do it myself,” she mumbled, her voice whisper.Victor chuckled, low and deep. “You could. But I like taking care of you.”His tone was possessive, his words laced with something darker. Olivia flinched, gripping the edge of the tub. Every time she thought she had a grasp on him, he shattered her expectations. One moment, he was cruel, a man who held her life in his hands without
Olivia’s heart pounded in her ears as the weight of the truth settled over her. Her father was alive. Victor had known. He had lied to her. Manipulated her. And now, as she stood before him, her entire body was shaking with anger.Victor took a slow step forward, his expression carefully guarded. “Olivia….”“Don’t.” Her voice falters between anger and desperation. “Don’t you dare say my name like that.”His jaw tightened. “You’re overreacting.”“Overreacting?” she choked out a bitter laugh. “You let me believe my father was dead, Victor! You let me grieve for him while you sat there….” She gestured wildly, her hands trembling. “… acting like I belonged to you, like you could just erase my past and replace it with yourself!”Victor sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I never said he was dead.”Olivia clenched her fists. “But you let me believe it! You let me suffer, knowing the truth all along!”His eyes darkened. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react exactly like this.”
Few days later, Olivia sat frozen, her fingers clenched around the crumpled paper in her hand. The words written across it blurred her vision with disbelief and anger. Her father had been taken. Not missing, not on the run… but taken. And the name tied to his disappearance, the man responsible for ripping her world apart, was none other than Victor.Her breath hitched as she forced herself to read the letter again, its cruel truth clawing at her chest."Victor had him taken care of. No loose ends."No loose ends.Her heart twisted. She had trusted Victor, despite everything. She had let herself be consumed by his world, by his touch, by the possessiveness in his eyes. And all this time, he had been the one to destroy her life.Footsteps echoed down the hallway. Olivia's pulse spiked, her heartbeat thundering against her ribs. She shoved the paper into her pocket just as the door swung open, revealing the man who had so effortlessly bound her to him in ways she hadn’t realized until no
The ride back to the estate was silent, save for the soft sound of the rain showering against the tinted windows. Olivia sat rigidly in the leather seat of Victor’s car, her wrists still tingling from where the ropes had cut into her skin. Victor sat beside her, his broad frame tense, his fingers drumming lightly against his knee as if trying to cover the storm within him.She didn’t know what to say. A part of her wanted to thank him for rescuing her, but another part of her was drowning in unease. The blood on his hands, the way he had executed her captors without hesitation, it should have terrified her. And yet, what truly unsettled her was the way she felt safe in his presence, despite everything.Victor turned his head slightly, his sharp eyes landing on her.“You haven’t said a word.” His voice was low, steady, but there was an underlying tension to it.Olivia swallows hard. “What do you want me to say?”“That you understand.”She frowned. “Understand what?”Victor leaned close
The cold metal of the restraints bit into Olivia’s wrists as she sat in the dimly lit warehouse, her heart pounding like a drum. The reek of gasoline and sweat clung to the air, thick and suffocating.She had been taken.It happened so fast… one moment, she was within the supposed safety of Victor’s mansion, and the next, she was being dragged into an unmarked van, a cloth pressed over her nose and mouth until the world faded to black. Now, as she blinked away the haze of unconsciousness, reality settled in with brutal clarity.She was alone.A rough hand yanked her chin up, forcing her to meet the sharp and piercing eyes of a man she didn’t recognize. His face was rugged, scarred, and filled with something far more dangerous than mere hatred… he enjoyed this.“Victor’s little queen,” he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. “Never thought I’d get the chance to meet you up close.”Olivia swallows her fear, steadying her expression into something normal. She couldn’t let them see he
The moment Victor received the call, his world darkened.His grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white as one of his men stumbled out the devastating news. Olivia had been taken. His men had failed.The sound of a glass shattering filled the air as Victor threw the crystal glass across the room. The expensive liquor dripped down the walls, a silent proof to his growing rage. His office, usually an oasis of control, now felt suffocating, his anger pressing against the walls like a caged beast ready to tear everything apart."Who?" His voice was quiet, but the deadly calm was more terrifying than any scream.Luca, one of his most trusted enforcers, stood stiff before him, his face was pale. "The rival mafia group. We suspect it’s Ricardo DeLuca’s men. They left no traces, but we intercepted radio chatter confirming Olivia is in their hands."A cold chill swept through the room, but it wasn’t fear… it was the promise of violence. Victor’s fists clenched so tightly, his nail
Olivia paced inside Victor’s study, the tension in the air so thick it was suffocating. She clenched the papers in her hand…. evidence that Victor had been tracking her every movement, monitoring her conversations, and keeping tabs on her through hidden cameras and his men.“You’ve been spying on me,” she accused, her voice shaking with anger. “Every second, every breath I take….. you’ve been watching?”Victor stood by the window; his frame cast shadows as he calmly sipped his whiskey. “It’s not spying,” he replied, his voice dangerously smooth. “It’s protection.”Olivia’s hands trembles as she threw the papers onto his desk. “Protection? This…. is control, Victor! You don’t trust me.”He turned, his cold blue eyes locking onto hers. “I do trust you,” he said, stepping closer. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you go.”She backed away, her heart pounding hardly. “You can’t keep me like this. I’m not your prisoner.”Victor chuckled darkly. “Aren’t you?” He moved so swiftly that Olivia ba
The air in Victor’s office was cold with tension. Olivia stood with her arms crossed, her eyes locked onto his. The argument had started over something trivial, but now, it had rose into something else.“You don’t own me, Victor!” Olivia spat; her voice laced with rage. “You can’t keep treating me like a possession.”Victor’s expression darkens, his jaw tightening as he took a step closer. “Then stop acting like you don’t belong here,” he countered, his voice dangerously low. “Every time you defy me, you put yourself in danger.”“I never asked for your protection,” she snapped, her pulse racing.Victor scoffed, his lips giving way to something between amusement and frustration. “You think you’d last a second out there without me?”The words sent a surge of anger through Olivia. She hated how he made her feel…. trapped, powerless, yet undeniably drawn to him. She hated how his presence consumed her thoughts, how his touch still lingers on her skin even when she tried to forget.“I’d ra