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
Back at the ports, Victor’s car screeched to a halt. The black van Dawson had tracked was parked in a shadowy corner near an abandoned warehouse. The air was thick with the salty scent of the sea.Victor stepped out of the car. He didn’t wait for his men to catch up, striding toward the warehouse with a gun in hand.Inside, the gang leader sat in a makeshift office, smugly watching the CCTV footage of the warehouse area. He smirked when he spotted Victor’s tall frame storming towards the entrance. "Showtime," he murmured to himself, signaling his men to prepare for the ambush.Victor enters the warehouse cautiously, the light from a single bulb casting shadows on the walls. He moved silently; his gun was ready. The silence was threatening, broken only by the distant creak of metal and the sound of waves crashing against the ports.Suddenly, a noise to his left made him freeze. A shadow moved, and before he could react, two men attacked h
Victor was in his office when his phone rang. The moment he heard the panicked voice of Olivia’s gallery assistant, his blood ran cold.“Mr. Victor, Olivia didn’t make it to her car. We found her bag and phone on the side path. I think something’s happened!”Victor didn’t wait for details. He bolted from his chair, shouting orders to his security team as he ran towards home. His mind raced with fear and anger.“Not her,” he whispered to himself. “Not Olivia.”Olivia woke up in a dark room, her head pounding. The cold cement floor beneath her was freezing, and her wrists were bound with rough rope. Panic surged through her as she realized the severity of her situation.The sound of a door creaking open made her heart paused. A man stepped into the room… a tall, frightening figure with a cruel smile.“Mrs. Victor,” he drawled, his voice laced with threat. “Wel
That night, Olivia was awake, her heart beating. The message had shaken her more than she wanted to admit. She trusted Victor, but the idea that someone was trying to drive a wedge between them was disgusting.Meanwhile, Victor sat in his study, his laptop open as he got through surveillance footage and reports. He was determined to find the source of the messages, but so far, the chance was cold.As the hours ticked by, Victor made a decision. Whoever was behind this was trying to create doubt and fear. He won’t let them succeed.The next morning, as Olivia prepared to leave for the gallery, she found an envelope on the front step. Her name was scrawled across it in elegant handwriting.She hesitated, then opened it. Inside was a single photograph.It was of Victor… standing outside a building she didn’t recognize, speaking to a woman she had never seen before.Olivia stared at the photograph in her hands, her heart pound
Victor guided Olivia back inside, his arm protectively wrapped around her waist. His mind was racing. Someone was playing dangerous, and he couldn’t risk letting them win.Once Ava was safely tucked in for the night and Olivia was preoccupied in her art studio, Victor made a discreet call to his head of security.“Whoever sent that message… they’re moving. I need a lockdown on all of our properties,” Victor ordered in a low and commanding voice. “Increase the security detail around Olivia and Ava. I don’t care what it costs.”“Understood, sir,” the voice replied.Victor’s jaw tightens as he hung up. He had built his empire by staying three steps ahead of everyone else, but now, with Olivia and Ava in his life, the risks were higher than ever.Meanwhile, in her studio, Olivia noticed that something was wrong. Victor had been distant. She tried to focus on her painting, the vibrant co
Olivia’s heart stopped as she stared at the text on her phone. Her hands shaking, and an icy chill crept through her body. She glanced over at Victor, who was peacefully asleep beside her. Should she wake him? Should she tell him immediately?Her instincts screamed yes, but a part of her hesitated. The picture of Ava was taken in broad daylight at the gallery…. surrounded by people, security, and her own watchful eyes. How had someone gotten that close without being noticed?The next morning, Olivia could barely sit still as Victor prepared for a day of meetings. He noticed her unease and touch her face gently, his eyes searching hers.“You’ve been quiet since last night. Is something bothering you?” he asked softly.Olivia bit her lip, debating whether to tell him. The memory of the message replays in her mind. She couldn’t keep it from him.“There’s something you need to see,” she said finall
The gallery was buzzing with excitement as the grand opening neared. Olivia stood near one of her featured pieces, a glass of champagne shaking slightly in her hand. The tension that had been building since the previous day was almost unbearable. She watched as guests milled about, admiring the art, oblivious to the storm rising inside her.Victor was across the room, effortlessly commanding attention as he greeted influential people. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he looked every bit the powerful businessman he was, but Olivia couldn’t shake the memory of Adrian’s suspicious interaction earlier.Her eyes went towards Adrian, who was busy directing staff. He acted as though nothing was amiss, but Olivia’s instincts screamed otherwise. She wants to know what was in that envelope.As the evening progressed, Adrian approached her with a warm smile. “Mrs. Victor, your pieces are stealing the show. The response has been amazing.”
The soft sound of the jet engine filled the air as Victor and Olivia sat side by side, route to Paris. Victor’s hand rested possessively on Olivia’s thigh, his thumb slowly tracing circles against the fabric of her dress. Ava slept soundly in the bassinet nearby, oblivious to the silent tension between her parents.Olivia couldn’t shake the voice on the phone. Who had called her? And why? She glanced at Victor; his sharp jawline set with focus as he flipped through a report. Could she truly share the strange warning she had received? Or would it unravel the delicate balance they had fought so hard to restore?“Are you all right?” Victor’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. His intense gaze pinned her in place, as though he could read her mind.“Yes,” she lied, managing a small smile. “Just a little nervous about the exhibition.”Victor leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, &l
The early morning sunlight streamed through the bedroom curtains, casting soft patterns on the bed where Victor and Olivia lay. Olivia woke first, her eyes fluttering open. Her gaze landed on the invitation sitting on the nightstand…. an invitation that had sparked tension the moment Victor laid eyes on it.Victor was already awake, propped up against the headboard with Ava on his lap. He was reading her a story; his deep voice was soft but commanding. Olivia couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her husband, so gentle and fatherly, despite the storm she knew was rising beneath the surface.“Morning,” she said softly, sitting up and stretching.Victor glanced over, his sharp eyes immediately softening when they meet hers. “Good morning, love.”But the calm was short-lived. His eyes drifted to the invitation once again, and Olivia knew they had to address it.“Victor,” she started cautiously, &ldquo
Few Months Later:Olivia stood before the large canvas in her studio, her hands splashed with colors as she worked on her latest piece. The warm afternoon sun filters through the windows. She was utterly captivated in her work, the stress of the past weeks melting away with every stroke of the brush.Victor watched her from the doorway, his arms crossed as a small smile played on his lips. “You’re glowing,” he said, his deep voice pulling her from her trance.Startled, Olivia turned, her cheeks flushed at the way he looked at her. “I didn’t hear you come in.”Victor stepped closer, his eyes seeing her paint-splattered apron. “I didn’t want to interrupt. You look... happy.”“I am,” she admitted, setting down her brush. “The gallery has been so supportive. They’re even hosting an exhibit for me next month.”Victor’s pride was