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
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,