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’s words and her face, it all makes him feel that he has lost everything.The grand hall was silent. Olivia stood before Victor, her hands trembles as she held her tears back. The weight of her decision pressed heavily on her heart, but she knew this was the only way to make him see the consequences of his actions.Victor, standing just a few feet away, looked completely broken. His normally composure had shattered, leaving behind a man on the brink of misery.“Don’t do this,” Victor pleaded, his voice was raw and unsteady. “Please... don’t leave.”She swallows hard, fighting the emotions. But she had made up her mind. If she stayed, he would never understand the damage he had caused, not just to her but to himself.“I want to, Victor,” she said softly. “I can’t live like this by your side. You need to understand what you’re doing is wrong.”Victor took a trembling step forward, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “I can change. I swear I’ll change. Just... don’t leave me like t
Season 2 Starts:Victor was in his study, his hands trembling as he drank another glass of alcohol. Olivia’s absence was like a huge wound, and no amount of alcohol could numb the pain.He was about to pour himself another drink when his phone buzzed on the table. He ignored it at first, but the nonstop ringing forced him to pick it up.“Hello?” he snapped; his voice rough.“Mr. Harrington,” a voice on the other end said urgently. “There’s been an accident. Olivia... she’s in the hospital.”The glass slipped from Victor’s hand, shattering on the floor. His heart stopped, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe.“What... what are you talking about?” he stammered.“The car she was in... there was a collision. She’s in critical condition. You need to come to the hospital immediately.”Victor didn’t wait to hear more. He grabbed his coat and rushed out of the house; his heart was pounding hardly.When Victor arrived at the hospital, the sterilized smell of antiseptic and the sound of machin
The following days were a haze of cautious recovery. Victor stayed by Olivia’s side, refusing to leave even when the nurses suggested he rest. He held her hand through every painful moment, every moment of confusion and frustration.One afternoon, she turned to him with a hesitant expression. “Why are you doing all this?” she asked.He looked at her, his eyes soft. “Because I care about you,” he said simply.She frowned; her confusion deepens. “But I don’t even remember you. What if…” She trailed off, unsure how to speak her thoughts.Victor’s jaw tightens, but he forced himself to remain calm. “It doesn’t matter,” he said. “You’re here and alive. That’s all that matters to me.”Her eyes searched his face, as if trying to find some hint of deceit. But all she saw was sincerity and a depth of emotion that she couldn’t fully understand.A week later, the doctors declared that Olivia is stable enough to be discharged. Victor was there in every step of the way, ensuring she had everything
The days in Victor’s house began to feel like a rhythm to Olivia, but at the same time, she found herself sinking into its strange comfort. Her injuries were healing well under Victor’s care, though the scars, both physical and emotional were still there.Victor was staying home more often, his business responsibilities consigned to trusted aides. He told Olivia he wanted to be close, to ensure she had everything she needed, though his constant presence made her more aware of his intense eyes, his every move was calculated yet tender.It was during one of these quiet evenings that Olivia’s thoughts come over. They sat in the library; Victor’s favorite room surrounded by bookshelves. He was reading a book while she was drinking a cup of herbal tea he’d prepared for her.“Victor,” she said. He looked up immediately, his piercing eyes softening. “Yes?”She hesitated, clutching the mug tighter. “I need to ask you something.”He set the book aside, leaning forward slightly. “Go ahead.”“Wh
Olivia stirred awake, her soft lashes fluttering against her cheeks as the soft morning light gets into the room. Her eyes drifted to Victor, who was sitting by her bed. He was reading a book, his fingers tracing the edges of the pages, but his attention immediately shifted to her as soon as she moved.“Good morning,” he greeted her softly.“Morning,” Olivia replied. Every day, Victor was there; caring for her, watching over her, and yet he was a stranger. A handsome and charming stranger who claimed to be her husband.She studied him. How could someone so sophisticated, so wealthy, possibly be tied to her? The thought bothered at her.Victor gets up from his seat. He placed the book on the side table and stepped closer. “Are you hungry? The nurse said you can start having something more solid today.Olivia nodded. As he gets the plate and spoon, she watched him carefully. His presence was commanding, but there was a gentleness in the way he handled the tray.He sat on the edge of her
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