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.
Victor staggered back; his hand clutched his side as warm blood comes out through his shirt. The bullet had grazed him, but the pain was sharp. He locked eyes with Sergei, his lips curled into a cold smirk.“You should’ve aimed better,” Victor taunted, his voice steady despite the pain.Sergei chuckled darkly, circling around Victor like a predator toying with its prey. “Oh, trust me, Victor, I never miss. But this isn’t about killing you…not yet.”The sound of boots shuffling behind him forced Victor to look back. Sergei’s men closed in, their guns trained on him. Victor’s mind raced with the odds of escape.Back at the house, Olivia’s hands were shaking as she held the phone. The message haunted her; its meaning was clear: Victor was in danger. Panic goes through her.She couldn’t sit any longer. Putting on a coat, Olivia comes out of her room, her steps steady. The guards positio
Victor hold Olivia's hand; his grip was firm yet trembling with urgency. He yanked her forward, pulling her into the hallway. The light smell of smoke reached her nose, and her heart stopped.“Victor, what’s happening?” she asked, struggling to keep up with his step.“Sergei,” Victor growled. “He has made his move.”The air grew colder as they descended the staircase, the light glow of flames flaming at the edges of the house’s other side. Panic passed through Olivia as the heat increased.“This place is on fire!” she gasped, yanking her hand free.Victor stopped, turning to face her. His face was a storm of anger. “That’s why we need to move. Do you trust me or not?”Olivia hesitated. Her instinct telling her to run in the opposite direction, but the raw intensity in Victor’s eyes held her in place. She nodded, and he grabbed her hand again, guiding her thro
The car teared down the dark, windy road, the sound of engine blending with Olivia’s heartbeat. Her wrists burned where the zip ties bit into her skin, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the chaos in her chest.Victor. The image of him bleeding out on the ground haunted her, and guilt teared her insides. How had everything flown so far out of control?The two men nearby her remained silent, their eyes fixed ahead. Olivia swallowed her fear, to think clearly. Panicking wouldn’t help her now.She glanced at the door handles, testing them unnoticeably. Locked. Of course, they wouldn’t make it that easy.One of the men noticed her movements and smirked. “Don’t bother, sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere.”Olivia stared at him but said nothing. Instead, she shifted her focus to the road ahead, searching for any sign of where they might be taking her.The car finally slowed as they approached
The cabin door collapsed under the force of another blow. Victor’s men get in position, drawing their weapons as the tension escalates.“Get her out of here!” Victor shouted; his voice weak but commanding.“No!” Olivia snapped; her grip tightens on the knife. She fixed herself between Victor and the door, her eyes burning. “I won’t leave you like this!”Victor’s jaw clenched, frustration boiling with something else in his eyes. “Olivia, you’re not…”The door broken open. A wave of Sergei’s men got in with their guns raised. The first shot rang out.Victor’s men fired back, their bullets finding their way as the confined space became a battlefield. Olivia bent instinctively, pulling Victor down with her. His sharp intake of breath told her the movement had worse his wounds, but he said nothing, his focus was only fixed on the intruders.“Stay down
The sound of the helicopter blades filled the cabin, but the stiffness inside was suffocating. Victor sat slumped against the seat; his jaw clenched as Olivia pressed a cloth against his side. Blood coming through the bandage, its dark red stain was against her shaking hands.“You’re going to bleed out if you don’t let me stitch this properly,” she snapped, her voice trembled.Victor’s eyes go to her, a light smirk on his lips. “You’ve grown bold, haven’t you?”She stared at him. “Maybe I’ve finally had enough of your orders.”Before he could respond, Dmitri’s voice cut through the moment. “We’ve got a problem.”Olivia saw toward the cockpit. Dmitri leaned forward, speaking urgently to the pilot, whose face had turned pale. She couldn’t hear their words over the engine’s souund, but the way Dmitri’s hand hovered near his gun spoke somet
Time seemed to slow down as Olivia’s scream cut passed through the air. Victor reacted with the swiftness of someone who had fight with death countless times. Twisting his body, he barely avoided the blade which was meant to bury itself in his back.The knife grazed his arm instead, tearing through the fabric of his suit and leaving a red stain on his arm. The masked man attacked again, but Victor was faster. Grabbing the man’s wrist, he twisted it violently until the knife falls to the ground.“Dmitri!” Victor shouted, his voice sharp and commanding.Dmitri didn’t hesitate. Raising his gun, he fired a single shot. The man collapsed, lifeless, at Victor’s feet.Olivia pressed herself against the wall, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. The metallic scent of blood fills the air.“Are you hurt?” Victor’s voice was cold as his eyes goes over her.Olivia shook her head, her voice stuck i
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