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
As the days passed, Olivia’s strength continued to improve, and with it came more fragments of memories. They were small at first…. a fleeting image of Victor and her struggles echoing in her ears. But one night, as she lay in bed, an intense memory struck her like lightning.She was in a car, the world spinning around her. Eran’s voice called out her name, panic passing in his voice. Then there was the sound of metal crunching, glass breaking, and everything went dark.Olivia shot up in bed with a scream, her heart pounding hardly. She pressed a hand to her chest, struggling to catch her breath.Victor burst into the room moments later, his eyes wide with concern. “Olivia, what’s wrong?”“I… I remembered something,” she said, her voice shaking.He crossed the room in an instant, sitting beside her and taking her face in his hands. “What did you remember?”She looked at him, tears passing in her eyes. “The accident. Eran… he was with me. I… I think he called my name before it happened
The following days Olivia’s confrontation with Victor were marked by an unspoken tension. She avoided him when he entered the room, her mind still stuck in the memories that had surfaced. Despite her uncertainties, she couldn’t deny the care and devotion he showed her, the gentleness opposite to the flashes of anger from her past.Victor, on the other hand, gave her space, though he wanted to stay close to her. Each night, he would sit by her door, ensuring she feels safe, while silently regretting his past actions.One afternoon, Olivia decided to take a walk in the garden. Lost in thought, she didn’t hear his footsteps until he was standing beside her. “Olivia,” Victor said softly.She turned her face, her expression guarded. “Victor.”“I wanted to check on you,” he said, his eyes seeing her face for any sign of distress. “You’ve been quiet since… that night.”“I’ve been thinking,” she admitted. “About everything. About you. About me.”Victor’s heart tightens. “And what have you dec
Olivia was sitting in her room long after Victor’s confession. The truth he had revealed was hard for her, yet it explained so much…..the memories that had surrounded, the fear she once felt. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her own face feeling unfamiliar.Was forgiveness even possible after everything? And if it was, did she have the strength to give it?The next morning, Victor was waiting in the dining room. He had barely slept; his thoughts were full with Olivia’s reaction. When she enters the room, their eyes met, and he stood, unsure of what to expect.“Good morning,” he said softly, his voice was cautious.Olivia nodded, taking a seat across from him. Finally, she spoke, her tone measured. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me.” “I’m not saying I forgive you…not yet,” she said, her eyes steady. “But… I think I want to try. To see if we can move on.”Relief passed over Victor’s face, and he nodded. “I promise I won’t let you down.”In the following days, Victor
“You’re beautiful,” Victor mumbled against her skin, his voice filled with adoration.Olivia’s response was a soft moan as she pulled him closer, their bodies moving in perfect accord. The intimacy between them was raw, passionate, and unrestrained, marking a turning point in their relationship.As the night deepens, the tension between them dissolved. Victor’s touch became more insistent, his lips finding hers in a kiss that spoke of longing and desire. Olivia responded, her fingers going through his hair as she pulled him closer.Their kisses grew more and more heated, their breaths mingling as Victor’s hands explored her body. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her in his arms.Victor laid her down gently, his eyes searching hers for permission. Olivia nodded, her heart pounding as she surrendered to him completely.Victor’s kisses got down her neck, his hands roaming her body with a worship that made
Inside Victor’s penthouse, bathed in the soft golden glow of city lights, Olivia lay beneath him, her body tangled with his. The weight of the past few months… the fights, the betrayals, the near-death experiences had faded into the background as they focused only on each other.Victor traced his fingers down her bare spine, his touch featherlight, sending a shiver through her. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice husky.Olivia arched into him, her lips curving into a soft smile. “And you’re mine.”It wasn’t just a claim, it was a promise.Victor didn’t waste another second. He captured her lips in a deep and consuming kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, drawing out a soft moan from her. His hands roamed her body with a respect that made her heart ache. He had always been possessive, but tonight, there was something different… something softer, more tender.His mouth got down her jaw, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, lingering at the sensitive spot where her pulse r
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