The sound of the explosion jolted Olivia from her sleep. Her heart raced as she sat up in bed, her eyes darting around the room. Victor was already on his feet, his sharp instincts kicking in as he grabbed the gun he kept hidden in a drawer.“Stay here,” he commanded, his voice low.“Victor, what’s going on?” Olivia whispered, fear in her voice.“I don’t know yet, but I’ll find out. Lock the door behind me and don’t open it for anyone but me. Promise me, Olivia.”She nodded, though her hands shakes as she reached for the blanket. Victor kissed her forehead before he turned and slipped out of the room. She clutched her stomach, her mind racing with worry for both Victor and their unborn child.Victor moved swiftly through the house; his steps silent as a predator’s. His security team had already mobilized, and he met them at the entrance.“What happened?” he asked.
Victor’s eyes burnt with a fury that made Olivia’s breath catch. He crumpled the photograph in his hand, the note’s chilling words echoing in both their minds.“Victor, who could have sent this?” Olivia asked.He placed the photograph on the table and pulled Olivia into his arms. “Someone who thinks they can scare me,” he replied, his voice dark. “But they don’t understand what they’ve just done. No one can threaten my family.”Olivia feels his resolve in the strength of his embrace. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his. “We’ll get through this together, right?”Victor softened slightly; his fingers brushed against her cheek. “Always,” he promised.The following day, Victor called a private security team, the best money could buy. Olivia watched as strangers moved through their home, installing surveillance equipment and guarding entry points. It
Victor barely slept that night. The message on his phone was replaying in his mind over and over again: You can’t protect her forever.By the time morning came, Victor had a plan. He kissed Olivia softly on the forehead before heading to his office. She moved but didn’t wake, exhaustion still clinging to her after the previous day’s events.Damien was already waiting when Victor arrived, his face serious. “I assume you’ve seen the message?”Victor nodded, tossing the phone onto the desk. “They’ve crossed it. We need to take action before they do.”Damien placed a folder in front of him. “We’ve traced the black car. It belongs to a shell company tied to Nathaniel’s network. But there’s more.”Victor flipped open the folder, his eyes narrowed as he scanned the contents. It was a detailed report on Nathaniel’s recent activities…. accounts, meeting
Olivia couldn’t shake the unease from the cryptic message. Though Victor had reassured her with his actions and affection, the secrets he seemed to hide cast shadows over their happiness. She wants to uncover the truth herself, her instincts telling her that knowledge was her best defense.The mansion’s library was quiet, the light scent of old books and polished wood calming her nerves. Olivia saw the shelves, pretending to browse, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Victor’s recent behavior…. the late-night calls, his distracted expressions…. spoke of deeper troubles.Suddenly the library door creaked open. Victor entered, his presence commanding as always, but his expression softens when he saw her.“There you are,” he said, crossing the room to her. “I’ve been looking for you.”Olivia turned, holding up a random book. “Just exploring the collection. It’s impressive.”Victor’s lips gave a small smile. “Most of them were my mother’s. She loved to read.”Something about his voice was wi
The mansion was unnervingly silent, the power outage hiding everything in a thick blanket of darkness. Olivia clung to Victor’s arm, her breath shallow as anxiety clawed at her chest. The crash they had heard moments earlier was threatening.Victor’s protective instinct kicked in immediately. His hand moved to his pocket, where he kept a weapon for emergencies like this. “Stay behind me,” he ordered.Olivia nodded; her grip tightens on his arm. She could feel his muscles coiled like a spring, ready to react to any threat. “What’s going on?” she whispered.“Could be nothing,” Victor lied, not wanting to alarm her further. But he knew better. Someone had broken their security.As they crept down the hallway, the light glow of a flashlight flickered in the distance. Victor’s sharp eyes caught the movement, and he quickly pulled Olivia into the nearest room. He pressed a finger to his lips, signaling her to stay silent.“Stay here,” he whispered. “Don’t move until I come back.”“No!” Oliv
“Victor!” Olivia screamed, her voice cutting through the tension in the room.Victor didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Olivia, shielding her with his body as he moved out of the laser’s path. The stranger bent instinctively, pressing himself against the wall.The sound of shattering glass rang out as a bullet pierced the room, embedding itself into the far wall where Victor had stood moments before.“Sniper!” the stranger hissed, his calm posture cracking.Victor pulled Olivia to the ground, keeping her behind the sofa. His protective instincts flared to life, but his mind was calculating every possibility. The sniper was precise and bold…. this wasn’t a random attack.The stranger, still crouched, edged toward the window. “They’re here already. I told you they wouldn’t wait.”Victor stared at him. “You brought this to my house.”“I brought you a warning,” the man retorted, his voice sharp. “They’re the ones who escalated it.”Victor ignored him, focusing on Olivia. “Stay low. Don’t move,”
Victor’s blood ran cold as Olivia’s cry shatters the room’s tense silence. He turned sharply, his breath catching in his chest as he saw her clutching her belly, her face twisted in pain.“Olivia!” Victor rushed to her side, his heart hammering in his chest.Her trembling hand reached out, gripping his arm tightly. “Victor, something’s… wrong.”Victor scooped her up into his arms, his movements quick but gentle. “We’re going to the hospital,” he said, his voice steady, though panic roared inside him.The stranger steps forward. “Victor, you can’t leave the mansion now. They’ll be waiting for you.”Victor’s glare could have pierced steel. “If you think I’ll let anything happen to her and our baby, you’re delusional. I’ll burn the world before I let them hurt her.”Without another word, Victor carried Olivia to t
Victor stared at the message on his phone, his jaw tightens with barely contained rage. His free hand clenched into a fist as his mind raced. The courage of the Syndicate to target his unborn child was a declaration of war he could not ignore.“Victor?” Olivia’s soft voice broke through his storm of thoughts. She looked up at him, her expression concerned. “What’s wrong?”He forced himself to soften his expression, slipping the phone into his pocket as he sat back down beside her. “Nothing to worry about, love. Just some business matters.”Olivia frowned, clearly unconvinced, but exhaustion from the day’s events kept her from pressing further. “You’re hiding something,” she mumbled, her fingers brushed against his hand. “I can feel it.”Victor leaned forward, pressing a kiss on her lips. “You and our baby are the only things that matter to me right now. I’ll take care of everything else.”Though she was still worried, Olivia nodded, her trust in Victor unwavering.As Olivia goes into
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,