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
Olivia was sitting on the bed, her wrists still red from Victor's grip. Her heart pounding hardly in her chest at his words. He claimed to love her, but it was totally obsession, and fear masked his affection.Victor stood by the window, his back to her. His broad shoulders rise and fell with every deep breath, a storm of emotions residing within him. He finally turned around; his dark eyes locked onto hers.“Do you hate me, Olivia?” he asked quietly, his voice softer.The question caught her off guard. “I don’t hate you,” she replied cautiously. “But I hate what you’re doing to me… to us.”Victor walked across the room; his movements slow. He kneels in front of her, his hands reaching for hers, but she pulled back. A glimpse of hurt crossed his face before he get his expression into calm control.“I can’t lose you,” he said, his voice cracks.Olivia wanted to believe him, to see the man behind the possessive mask. But the memory of being locked away and treated like a caged bird, bur
She reached the fire escape and began descending quickly, her heart pounding hardly with every step. Below were the bustling city streets, a promise of freedom just within reach.But her escape was short.As she reached the bottom, a black car screeched to a halt in front of her. The driver’s door flew open and Victor stepped out, his expression furious.“You really thought you could get away from me?” he growled, stepping towards her.Olivia backed away, her pulse fastening. “Victor, please…”He grabbed her wrist, his grip relentless. “Enough,” he snapped, pulling her toward the car. “You don’t get to leave me. Never.”Victor shoved her into the car, slamming the door shut behind her. He climbed in beside her, his eyes burning with anger and pain.“You’ve made your point,” he said through gritted teeth. “But you’ll see. You’ll see that I’m the only one who truly cares about you.”As the car speed away, Olivia’s tears blur her vision. Her attempt at freedom was failed, and now she was
Victor’s words echoed in Olivia’s mind."You’ll never leave my side again."He wasn’t just being possessive; this was declaration of ownership. Olivia stood frozen in place as Victor walk in the room, his jaw clenched in deep thought.“I’ll have security tightens around the house,” he said to himself, his voice was cold. “No one gets in or out without my permission.”“Victor, stop!” Olivia said, her voice breaks with frustration. “You can’t trap me here. Don’t you see what you’re doing to me?”Victor stopped and turned to face her. His eyes were dark, a mixture of frustration, fear, and purpose.“I’m doing this for you,” he said firmly. “That man…. whoever he was, could’ve hurt you. I won’t let that happen.”Olivia shook her head; tears filled her eyes. “What about the person hurting me right now, Victor? What about you?”Her words were a knife to his heart, but instead of softening, his face hardens. “You will never understand,” he said, stepping closer. “Everything I’ve done, every
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