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
Victor sat on the edge of the bed, the message still glowing on his phone screen. His jaw clenched as his mind worked rapidly, dissecting the message. "We know where she is." It wasn’t just a threat anymore.He glanced back at Olivia, who lay peacefully asleep. The soft rise and fall of her chest and the glow of the moonlight on her skin made her seem untouchable.Determined not to disturb her rest, he slipped out of the room, his movements as silent as a shadow. He entered his study, locking the door behind him.“Marcus,” he said into the phone as soon as the line connected.“Yes, sir?”“Trace the number that just messaged me. I want its location within the hour.”“Yes, sir. I’ll handle it personally.”Victor hung up and poured himself a glass of whiskey. The burn of the alcohol did little to suppress the fire burning inside him. If the Syndicate wanted a war, he would give them one. But he would make sure they regretted every step they took towards Olivia.The next morning, Olivia w
Victor’s calm words echoes through the warehouse, his confidence unnerved the Syndicate members. Victor’s men stood ready, their weapons drawn and their loyalty unshakable.“Drop your weapons,” barked one of the Syndicate leaders, moving forward. He was a tall, scarred man with cold eyes. “Or your entire team dies.”Victor gave a smirk, his eyes sharp. “Do you really think I came here unprepared?”Before the leader could respond, a sudden explosion rocked the warehouse, shattering windows and sending fragments flying. The Syndicate members ducked for cover as Victor’s men took advantage of the chaos, engaging in a fierce firefight.Victor moved like a predator, taking down enemies with calculated precision. Every shot he fired was deadly accurate, his movements were smooth and efficient. Despite the danger, his mind was focused on one thing: protecting Olivia.Back at the mansion, Olivia paced the living room, her anxiety growing with each passing minute. She couldn’t shake the feelin
Olivia’s breath stuck in her throat; her body frozen as the figure stepped closer.“Who are you?” Olivia asked, her voice trembling but resolute. Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach, a protective gesture for the child growing within her.The figure chuckled, the sound low and mocking. “You’re braver than I expected. No wonder Victor is so obsessed with you.”At the mention of Victor’s name, Olivia’s eyes narrowed. “If you think you can scare me into submission, you don’t know me at all.”The stranger tilt their head, interested by her defiance. “Oh, I don’t need to scare you. I’m just here to deliver a message.”Before Olivia could respond, the figure tossed a small envelope onto the table in front of her. It landed with a soft thud, the weight of its contents hinting at something ominous.“What is this?” Olivia asked, not moving to pick it up.“Open it when you’re alone,” the stranger said, their voice dripping with amusement. “But be careful, Ms. Olivia. The truth has a way
The room was filled with the gentle cries of a newborn as Olivia lay on the hospital bed, her hair damp with sweat and tears flooding down her face. Victor stood beside her, his eyes wide with awe and emotion as he held their baby girl for the first time.“She’s cute,” Victor whispered, his voice trembling. He gently placed the baby in Olivia’s arms.Olivia eyes down at the tiny bundle, her heart swelling with love and relief. “Ava,” she murmured. “Our little Ava.”Victor leaned down, kissing Olivia’s forehead tenderly. “Thank you,” he said, his voice full with emotion. “For giving me this. For giving us this.”The days that followed were full of sleepless nights and quiet joy. Victor had never imagined himself as a father, but now, with Ava cradled in his arms, he couldn’t imagine life any other way.Olivia watched him with a soft smile as he gently rocked Ava to sleep. “You’re a natural,” she said, her voice filled with admiration.Victor chuckled softly. “I’ve handled boardrooms fu
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