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 morning after their heated night, Olivia woke to the sound of Victor moving around the house. She stretched, her body still aching with the sensations of their physical intimacy. But her mind was restless, the memory of their conversation replays again and again.Victor appeared moments later with a tray of breakfast in his hand.“I thought I’d bring you something,” he said, his voice was softer than usual.Olivia gave a small smile. “Thank you.”Later, as Olivia prepared to leave for the gallery, Victor’s mood changed again. He stood by the door, watching her with a gaze that made her uneasy.“Do you really have to go today?” he asked.“Yes, Victor,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm. “I have a meeting with Eran to discuss the next exhibition.”At the mention of Eran’s name, Victor’s jaw tightens.“You don’t need him to pr
Olivia walked back and forth in the house, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. She checked the doors and windows again, but they were all locked. Victor had never gone to such lengths before.Her thoughts risen. What’s happening to him? How could he do this?When Victor finally comes from his study, he looked too calm. He carried a tray with breakfast, his behavior was as though nothing had happened.“Good morning, Olivia,” he said, placing the tray on the table.She looked at him, disbelieving. “Victor, what’s going on? Why are the doors locked? And where’s my phone?”He smiled lightly, but his eyes were saying something else. “I’ve taken steps to ensure your safety. You don’t need to worry about anything.”“My safety?” she repeated. “This isn’t safety, Victor. This is control!”His expression darkens. “I’m p
Victor’s grip on Olivia’s wrist was firm but still his touch betrayed an underlying nervousness. He closed the door with one hand, the click of the lock vibrates through the room like the sealing of a fate that she can’t escape.Olivia yanked her wrist, looking up at him. “You can’t keep me here like a prisoner, Victor!”His jaw tightens and his dark eyes flared with emotion. “I’m not keeping you prisoner. I’m protecting you from others, from Eran and from anyone who thinks they can take you away from me.”“I don’t belong to you!” she cried, her voice trembles with anger and fear.Victor stepped closer. “But you do. Whether you admit or not, you’re mine. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you here even if that means protecting you from yourself.”Victor’s words hung in the air as he takes her into the living room, his movements were filled with a volatile energy.“You’re staying here, where I can make sure no one can hurt you,” he said.Olivia voice was sharp. “And what about what
The air was cold as Victor’s car sped through the dark streets. Olivia sat beside him, her hands trembling in her lap, her mind replaying the events of the ambush. The chaos from the night hadn’t worn off, and her heart still raced.Victor was unusually silent, his jaw tight and his hands gripping the steering wheel. He hadn’t said a word since they left the warehouse, but the storm in his eyes was impossible to miss.“I didn’t mean to…” Olivia began, breaking the silence, but Victor cut her off with a sharp glare.“Not now,” he said, his voice low and commanding.Olivia swallowed her words, biting her lip as she turned to look out the window. The city lights blurred past.They pulled into the driveway of Victor’s mansion, the gates closing securely behind them. Victor got out of the car without a word, his long steps carrying him towards the house. Olivia hesitated before following, unsure of what awaited her.Inside, Victor paced the living room like a caged animal, his frustration
The morning sun cast a soft glow over the mansion, but Olivia’s mind was anything but calm. She sat in the library, a quiet corner of Victor’s expansive home that she had come to cherish. A heavy book rested in her lap, but the words on the pages fades as her thoughts drifted to the events of the night before.Victor’s touch lingered like a phantom on her skin. She had spent the night in his arms, his possessive grip refusing to let her go even in sleep. And while her body still felt the echoes of his dominance, her mind was at war. Was his obsession love, or something darker?As she tried to shake off the memory, her eyes fell on a file left on the nearby desk. It was unlike Victor to leave anything out in the open, he guarded his secrets fiercely. Curiosity tugged at her, and despite the risk, she reached for the folder.Inside were documents, maps, and photographs. At first glance, they seemed to be intelligence reports on Victor’s enemies. But as she flipped through the pages, her
The tension in the mansion was deep, like the calm before a storm. Olivia had barely slept since the incident at the southern gate. Whispers among the staff spoke of an organized attack, though Victor had kept the details from her.The next morning, she found him in his study, surrounded by maps, documents, and his most trusted advisors. His expression was as cold and calculating as ever, but the dark circles under his eyes betrayed his exhaustion.“Victor,” she said, stepping into the room.His head snapped up, his sharp eyes softening slightly when he saw her. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, though there was no bite in his voice.Ignoring his warning, Olivia approached the table. “I want to help.”The room fell silent as Victor’s men exchanged uneasy glances. One of them, a tall man with a scar on his left eye, cleared his throat. “Sir, with all due respect, this is no place for…”“She stays,” Victor interrupted, his voice leaving no room for argument.The man nodded and stepped b
The following morning, the sunlight came through Olivia’s windows, its warmth was opposite to the cold tension of the night before. Her mind replays the events in the archives, the look of fear and willpower on Victor’s face as he swore to protect her. It left her tensed, torn between gratitude for his protection and frustration at the cage he kept her in.The knock at her door startled her. Before she could answer, the door swung open, and Victor stepped inside. He was perfectly dressed, as always, but there was a softness in his eyes she wasn’t used to seeing.“I’ve arranged for you to have access to the gardens,” he said without introduction.Olivia blinked, unsure if she’d heard him correctly. “The gardens?”He nodded. “You’ve been closed up inside for too long. You deserve a bit of fresh air.”She stared at him, her mind racing. Was this a joke? Some kind of test? But his expression betrayed nothing but sincerity.“Thank you,” she said cautiously.Victor steps closer, his fingers
Olivia sat on her bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, staring out the massive window of Victor’s mansion. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in colors of orange and red, but its beauty did little to ease the storm inside her.Victor’s words from the night echoes in her heart: You’re everything.She had seen the fear in his eyes, the desperation in his voice when he’d begged her to stay out of his affairs. He wasn’t just trying to control her; he was terrified of losing her.It was a revelation that both softened and confused her. Victor’s actions… his overprotectiveness, his jealousy, even his violence wasn’t just about power or control. They were born from a place of deep, all-consuming love.But was it love?Olivia hugged her knees tighter. Love was supposed to be tender and freeing, not suffocating and cruel. And yet, there were moments like when he held her in his arms or whispered her name that made her heart ache.The door creaked open, pulling her from her tho
Olivia’s heart tightens as she watched Victor pace back and forth in his study, his phone pressed against his ear. His voice, sharp and commanding, carried through the room as he barked orders to his men.The mansion was still winding from Emilia’s bold attack. Broken glass littered the hallways. Olivia knew she was walking on a fine line, but she couldn’t stand by while chaos consumed them.When Victor ended the call, she cleared her throat. “Victor, we need…..”He shot her a warning glance. “Not now, Olivia.”“No, we’re talking now,” she said, standing her ground.Victor’s jaw tightens, but he said nothing, his silence granting her permission to continue.“I think I can help,” she said, her voice softening. “If Emilia wants revenge, then maybe we can offer her something that will make her back off. A truce, or...”Victor’s sharp laugh cut her off. “You think you can reason with someone like Emilia? She doesn’t want a truce, Olivia. She only wants blood.”“But have you even tried?” s
The air in the estate was cold. News of the ambush had spread quickly among Victor’s men, and the once-solid fortress now felt fragile. Olivia sat in her room, her thoughts racing. Victor hadn’t returned since the gunshot, and the guard who escorted her inside had offered no answers.She paced back and forth, her mind flickering between anger and worry. The kiss they had shared earlier haunted her…. how close they had been, how real it felt. And yet, it only made his sudden absence more unbearable.A sharp knock at the door snapped her from her thoughts. Before she could respond, the door swung open, and Victor stepped inside. He looked different, wild, his shirt stained with blood, though it didn’t appear to be his.“Victor!” she exclaimed, rushing towards him. “What happened? Are you okay?”He held up a hand, stopping her in her tracks. His expression was dark, his usual controlled posture was at the edges. “I’m fine,” he said curtly. “But things are about to get worse.”Olivia’s he
Victor’s estate was quieter than usual, yet the silence seemed on edge. The threat from the rival gang hung over everything, but inside the mansion, there was a different kind of battle steeped between Victor and Olivia…. one of control, trust, and a promising connection.Victor had always been cautious, keeping Olivia under a metaphorical lock and key. However, something in her recent decision to cooperate had softens him. Though she still bristled against his authority, her willingness to acknowledge the danger surrounding them marked a light shift in their dynamic.That morning, Victor summoned Olivia to his office. When she entered, she noticed how different he looked. His usually harsh expression had softened, and there was an unusual calm in him.“You wanted to see me?” Olivia asked, keeping her voice even.Victor gestured for her to sit, his dark eyes scanning her face. “I’ve been thinking,” he began. “Perhaps it’s time to loosen some of the restrictions.”Her eyebrows shot up
Victor’s presence had become even more suffocating in the past few days. It wasn’t just his eyes watching her from everywhere, but the constant tension, the weight of the knowledge that danger was always lurking just out of sight. Olivia could feel it, an undercurrent of danger that surrounded both of them, stronger than ever.She had never seen him like this, his eyes dark with unspoken worry, his jaw tight, his movements more guarded. The cold and calculated Victor she had known seemed to be slipping away, replaced by someone who, was increasingly desperate to protect her.It was frightening.Tonight, as she walked through the hallways of the mansion, she couldn’t ignore the way the guards’ eyes lingers on her… sharp. Something had changed.A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts.“Come in,” she called, still uneasy about the entire situation.Victor entered in without hesitation. His sharp eyes saw the room, as if ensuring everything was in its place.“Olivia,” he said,