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
Victor’s grip on Olivia’s arm tightens. She struggled against him, but his strength was unyielding, his fingers digging into her skin like shackles.“Let me go, Victor!” she yelled with defiance and fear.Victor’s expression darkens further, his jaw tightens as he dragged her toward the car. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” he growled. “Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through?”“I’m not your toy!” Olivia snapped, planting her heels into the ground to resist him.Victor turned his face to her; his face was a storm of emotions; rage and betrayal. “You think you can leave me? After everything?”She could hear the pain under his anger, but it didn’t justify his actions.Victor shoved her into the car, slamming the door shut. The tension in the car was suffocating, the silence broke only by Olivia’s heavy breaths and the sound of the tires on the road.Victor’s hands clenched on the steering wheel. “You don’t get it, do you?” he said, his voice was low and dangerous. “You’v
The room was little dark, Olivia sat on the edge of the lavish bed, her wrists bound with silk restraints that offered little comfort despite their softness. The chains around her ankles, though loose enough to allow movement, were a reminder of her captivity.Victor was standing by the window, his shadow against the moonlight coming through the sheer curtains. His posture was stiff, and his hands gripped the edge of the window edge as though he could crush it.“You’re safe here,” he said. “The world out there... it’s dangerous. I can’t let anyone take you from me. Not even Eran.”Olivia clenched her jaw as she pulled against the restraints. “This isn’t safety, Victor.”He turned to her; his expression softens for a moment before darkening again. “No. This is protection. You’ll understand that one day.”Her defiance was only fueling Victor’s obsession more. He stepped closer. His hand gently held her cheek, his thumb brushed against her trembling lips.“You think I’m cruel,” he whispe
Victor pulled her closer to his body, his forehead rested on hers as he struggled to catch his breath. “You can hate me,” he whispered, “but you’ll never escape me.”Olivia’s eyes burned with tears as she shoved him away. “This isn’t what I want, Victor. You can’t force me to stay.”His jaw tightens, and he stepped back, his eyes harden. “You don’t know what’s out there. Eran? He’s not who you think he is. He wants to use you, Olivia. I’m the only one who truly cares about you.”The mention of Eran pulls her defiance. “At least he doesn’t chain me like some possession!”Victor’s expression twisted. “You think he’s better than me? Fine. Let’s settle this once and for all.”Before Olivia could question him, he walked off, leaving her alone in the entryway. Minutes later, Victor returned. “Eran’s still here,” he said. “You want to see what kind of man he really is?”Olivia frowned, suspicion getting into her voice. “What are you planning?”Victor didn’t answer. Instead, he gestured for h
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