Chapter 7: Agreements That Lead to Danger

Olivia sat on her bed, gripping Alexander’s card tightly in her hand. The small piece of paper feels like a lifeline, an invitation to freedom, or perhaps a tool to regain some control over her life. She knew that reaching out to him was risky. Victor was not the kind of man to forgive betrayal, and his anger was as dangerous as it was impulsive. But the thought of doing nothing, of staying in this cage, was even worse.

The encounter with Alexander had planted a seed of rebellion in her. She couldn’t help but wonder if he has a way out, a path to break free from Victor’s grasp. She knew she needed someone who could help her unlock the chains of her to this life.

Taking a deep breath, she dialed the number on the card and waited, her heart beat fastened as the phone rang. After a few moments, Alexander’s smooth and calm voice answered.

“Olivia,” he said, as if he’d been expecting her call. “I wasn’t sure if I could hear from you.”

She swallowed hard, steady her breathing. “I… I need help,” she replied, in a whisper. “Victor isn’t the man I thought he was. I feel like I’m trapped, and I don’t know who to trust.”

There was a pause on the other end, and then Alexander’s voice softens. “I understand more than you know. Victor has always been a man who demands full control, and anyone who tries to oppose him usually regrets it. But if you are serious about this, there may be a way.”

His words feel like hope to her, but also a wave of nervousness. She was entering into dangerous territory, but there was no turning back now. “I am serious,” she replied. “I can’t live like this anymore.”

“Very well,” Alexander said. “Meet me tomorrow at noon, at the café on Fourth Avenue. We will talk more there. And be careful of Victor.”

As the call ended, Olivia feels relief and fear in her chest. She was taking her first real step towards freedom, but she knew that if Victor discovered her plans, the consequences will be severe.

The next day, she went to the café, her heart was racing hard. She kept looking over her shoulder, half-expecting to see Victor’s men following her, but no one appeared. She walked into the café and spotted Alexander at a corner table, his expression was calm.

As she took a seat across him, he gave her a reassuring smile. “Thank you for trusting me, Olivia.”

She nodded; her hands were trembling slightly. “I don’t have much of a choice. Victor is… he’s dangerous, and I don’t know how much longer I can endure all of this.”

Alexander leaned forward. “I understand. But escaping him, won’t be easy. He has connections everywhere, and he won’t let you go without a fight.”

She bites her lip; his words were pressing hard on her. “So, what should I do?”

“We’ll have to be careful,” he replied. “Victor’s reach is far, but there are ways to work around it. I have people who can help and they are skilled at… evading attention. But this will require a careful planning.”

As Alexander outlined a plan, a sense of hope was building in Olivia. For the first time since her marriage to Victor, she could see the freedom on the horizon.

That evening, she returned to the house, trying to keep her expression normal, but her mind was busy with the possibilities Alexander had put. She knew she have to play her part perfectly, pretending to be the obedient and submissive wife that Victor expected.

When Victor arrived home, he seems unusually cheerful. He poured himself a drink and joined her in the living room, his eyes were warm.

“I have decided we need a change,” he announced, taking a sip of his drink. “A trip, just the two of us. I thought I might give us a chance to… reconnect.”

Olivia’s heart skipped a beat. A trip would complicate her plans with Alexander, but she forced a smile, nodding in agreement. “That sounds… lovely.”

Victor’s eyes go on her, with a suspicion in his eyes, as if he could sense her hesitation. But he didn’t say anything. He simply watched her with a possessive look that always made her feel like a prey under a predator’s eyes.

The following day, as they prepared for their trip, Olivia found a way to send a quick message to Alexander, informing him of the sudden change in plans. His response was immediate: “Stay calm. I’ll adjust the plan. Just keep me informed.”

They boarded a private jet bound for remote estate. Olivia felt her anxiety growing as they traveled, knowing that her every move was being watched. She was entering further into Victor’s territory, and if she made one wrong move, there would be no escape.

As they arrived at the estate, she was struck by the lavishness and isolation of the place. The mansion was surrounded by acres of forest, and the nearest town was miles away. She realized that Victor had chosen this location deliberately, making sure that she would be completely at his mercy.

The following days were of a delicate balancing act. Olivia played her role to perfection, smiling when Victor wanted her to, engaging in small talk, and pretending to be the obedient wife he expected. But beneath her calm nature, she was counting down the days, waiting for the perfect moment to put Alexander’s plan into action.

One evening, as they sit by the fire in the grand sitting room, Victor seemed unusually thoughtful. He looked at her.

“Do you ever wonder why I chose you, Olivia?” he asked, his voice was soft.

She meets his eyes, forcing herself to remain calm. “You have never told me.” She replied.

He leaned forward; his eyes were darkening. “I saw something in you the first time we met, like a fire and boldness. I knew you would be a challenge, and I liked that. But I can’t tolerate betrayal, Olivia. Not from anyone.”

His words were full of fear. She realized he was testing her, seeing for any sign of disloyalty. She refused to show any sign of fear. “I understand, Victor. I have learned my place.” He smiled, almost satisfied with her response, but she could feel, as if he were searching for cracks in her.

As the evening comes, Victor excused himself, leaving her alone in the sitting room. She took the opportunity to get away, heading to her room to send a quick message to Alexander. But as she opened her phone, she felt a heavy presence behind her.

Turning, she saw Victor standing in the doorway, his expression was cold and calculating.

“Who were you planning to message, Olivia?” he asked, his tone was calm.

Her heart raced as she struggles to come up with an excuse, but she knew she had been caught. The trap was set, and she had walked right into it.

To be continued…