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
Victor stepped out of the car. "Stay with me," Victor ordered Olivia.The mansion was ahead, Olivia hesitated, her instincts telling her that no place was truly safe anymore."Do you really think this place is secure?" she asked with doubt.Victor glanced at her sharply. "It’s not the place; it’s the people we need to watch."Inside the mansion, a handful of Victor's trusted men stood at attention. The air was heavy as though everyone could feel the betrayal passing among them.Victor wasted no time. "Whoever sent that message knows this location," he said, his voice was cold. "Which means the traitor is close."The men exchanged glances, but no one spoke.Dmitri stepped forward. "We need to lock this place down. No one in or out until we figure out who’s responsible."Victor nodded. "Agreed. Check everyone’s phones, weapons, even the clothes on their backs. I want answers."Olivia watched them fe
Olivia’s hands shakes as she backed away from the monitors. Her eyes go between the screens, desperate for any sign of Victor. But her focus kept returning to the sly man moving closer.Her breathing grew hard. What do I do? Hide? Fight?The door to the room was armor-plated, but the thought offered a little comfort. She was trapped.Gripping the nearest object; a small and sharp metal tool from the workbench, Olivia positioned herself behind a shelf. Her fingers tighten around the makeshift weapon.The seconds dragged on; the only sound was of her racing heartbeat.And then it happened.A click came from the other side of the door."Not again," Olivia whispered, her mind flashing back to the many times Victor had forced his will on her.But this was different. This wasn’t about dominance but survival.The sound of the drill stopped. Silence was heavy in the air before a thud rattle
Olivia couldn’t wait. Her eyes go between the monitors and the other enemies coming closer. Victor was still fighting his way through the main hall, remained unaware of the coming ambush.Grabbing a small communicator, she anxiously called, “Victor, listen! They’re coming from…"The signal cut out with a sharp burst of static.Victor was ruthless as he killed the last of the armed men in his path. His hands were full with blood, his breathing unsteady, but his eyes burned with only one focus; getting to Olivia.As the main hallway cleared, Dmitri’s voice gets through Victor’s earpiece. “Boss, something’s wrong. Backup has been split into two teams.”Victor pause, his heart raced.“Where’s Olivia?” he asked.“She’s in the room, but…” Dmitri hesitated. “They’re coming from the south passage. You don’t have much time.&rdquo
Victor’s breathing was heavy as he tightened his grip on the blade, it was dripping with the beast’s blood. The monstrous beast attacked again; its speed was terrifying. Victor sidestepped just in time, slashing across its side, but the beast only roared louder, its eyes glowing red."Victor, behind you!" Olivia’s voice comes out sharply.Reacting instantly, Victor bent down, the beast’s claws barely missed his head. He moved forward, coming to his feet in one fast motion, and swung the blade upward. This time, the strike hit its mark; gashing the beast’s neck.The beast paused, staggering as blood poured from the wound. It growled low, but the fight wasn’t over yet.“Stay back,” Victor shouted at Olivia, his tone was sharp.But Olivia, her eyes solid, grabbed a loose piece of metal. "If you think I’m just going to stand here, you’re wrong."Victor didn’t had time to argue bef
The glowing eyes increased through the darkness. Olivia holds the bloodied branch, her fingers shaking as the growls become louder through the forest.Victor wiped the sweat from his face, his blade raised. "Stay close," he ordered, his voice low.Olivia swallows hard, getting closer to him. “Do you have a plan?”Victor smirked; his eyes fixed on the moving shadows. “Survive.”Before she could respond, the wolves emerged; five beasts, each larger and more frightening than the last. Their black fur glow under the moonlight, and their sharp fangs shown as they moved.One attack without warning. Victor turn, slashing with accuracy, but the beast dodged, its claws grazed his side. He grunted in pain but didn’t fall.“Move!” he shouted at Olivia, pushing her behind him.Another wolf moved forward, and Olivia swung her branch wildly. The beast get back slightly, more out of surprise than pain, but i
One Week Later…Victor and Olivia sat in the private jet, the engines filling the silence between them. Olivia stared out the window, her mind replays the horrible events that had brought them here. The threat, the danger and Victor’s presence at her side; it was all too much to process.Victor sat across from her; his eyes fixed on her face. For once, he wasn’t hiding behind his usual mask of control. His expression was open, raw, and unguarded.“Olivia,” he began, his voice soft. “Are you okay?”She turned her face to him, startled by the gentleness in his tone. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Everything feels… so unreal.”Victor nodded, understanding. “You don’t have to think about it, it’s all left in past. Just know that you’re safe now. This will not happen again.”His words were a l
The next morning, Olivia woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of Victor walking outside the bedroom door. She sat up, stretching as sunlight comes through the curtains. Their talk exchange about Eran the night before was still in her mind.When she stepped into the living room, Victor’s phone was pressed to his ear, his voice low.“I don’t care how much it costs…. just make sure Eran Howard doesn’t get near her again,” he said.Olivia paused. The possessive edge in his tone was unmistakable. When Victor noticed her, his expression softens instantly.“Good morning,” he greeted, setting his phone aside.“What was that about?” she asked, her arms crossed.Victor hesitated for a moment before responding, “Business.”She didn’t believe him, but she decided not to ask any further. Instead, she walked to the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee.Victor followed her, his hand placed lightly on her lower back and lean his head on her shoulder. “Are you ready for today’s plans
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
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