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
Victor’s mind was heavy with unease. The unknown man spotted earlier by the lake had triggered his deeply instincts. His study, dimly lit by a single desk lamp, felt suffocating as he combed through reports from his security team. Whoever it was had left no trace, no evidence.“Sir,” his head of security, Richard, called softly from the door. “The team swept the area. We’ve increased the house surveillance and doubled the guards.”Victor nodded, but the assurance brought little comfort. “I need a full report on anyone who has been near the house in the past two weeks. Every contractor, every visitor. I don’t want a single detail overlooked.”Richard hesitated for a moment before adding, “We’ll get to the bottom of this, sir. But you should rest. Mrs. Olivia needs you, and so will the Ava.”Victor sighed and waved him off. Rest was a luxury he couldn’t afford. There was too much
Few Months Later:Olivia stood before the large canvas in her studio, her hands splashed with colors as she worked on her latest piece. The warm afternoon sun filters through the windows. She was utterly captivated in her work, the stress of the past weeks melting away with every stroke of the brush.Victor watched her from the doorway, his arms crossed as a small smile played on his lips. “You’re glowing,” he said, his deep voice pulling her from her trance.Startled, Olivia turned, her cheeks flushed at the way he looked at her. “I didn’t hear you come in.”Victor stepped closer, his eyes seeing her paint-splattered apron. “I didn’t want to interrupt. You look... happy.”“I am,” she admitted, setting down her brush. “The gallery has been so supportive. They’re even hosting an exhibit for me next month.”Victor’s pride was
The morning sunlight flowed through the large windows of Victor’s mansion, casting warm golden glow across the room. Olivia sat on the bed, clutching a letter in trembling hands. Her face was pale, her breath uneven as she stared at the words that had just shattered her world.Victor stood a few steps away, his eyes fixed on her. His demeanor was replaced by concern as he watched her struggle to process the revelation.“Olivia, talk to me,” he urged, his voice softer than usual.She looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock. “My father…” she whispered, her voice whisper. “He…. he worked with your enemies. He was part of their plans, Victor.”Victor’s expression darkened at the mention of her father’s betrayal. His jaw clenched, and his hands curled into fists at his sides. “How did you find this?”Olivia held up the letter, her hand shaking. “It was hidden among my belongings. Someone left it there, maybe as a warning or a message.”Victor walked over and took the letter from her han
The tension in the air was undeniable as Victor and Olivia sat in the quiet intimacy of his bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the fireplace casting shadows on the walls. The events of the night still lingered heavily between them, their hearts still racing from the close call that could have taken Olivia from him forever.Victor’s dark eyes were fixed on Olivia, his eyes were filled with unspoken emotions…. fear, anger and an all-consuming desire. Olivia could feel the weight of his stare, and it sent shivers in her body. She turned away, hugging her knees to her chest as she sat on the edge of the bed.“Olivia,” he said softly, his voice breaking the silence.She looked up, meeting his eyes. His expression was raw in a way she hadn’t seen before.“I almost lost you tonight,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.Olivia’s lips parted, but no words came. She couldn’t deny the connection that had been growing between them, the strong pull that made it impossible to
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