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
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
Olivia sat on her bed, gripping Alexander’s card tightly in her hand. The small piece of paper feels like a lifeline, an invitation to freedom, or perhaps a tool to regain some control over her life. She knew that reaching out to him was risky. Victor was not the kind of man to forgive betrayal, and his anger was as dangerous as it was impulsive. But the thought of doing nothing, of staying in this cage, was even worse.The encounter with Alexander had planted a seed of rebellion in her. She couldn’t help but wonder if he has a way out, a path to break free from Victor’s grasp. She knew she needed someone who could help her unlock the chains of her to this life.Taking a deep breath, she dialed the number on the card and waited, her heart beat fastened as the phone rang. After a few moments, Alexander’s smooth and calm voice answered.“Olivia,” he said, as if he’d been expecting her call. “I wasn’t sure if I could hear from you.”She swallowed hard, steady her breathing. “I… I need he
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