Victor was in his office when his phone rang. The moment he heard the panicked voice of Olivia’s gallery assistant, his blood ran cold.
“Mr. Victor, Olivia didn’t make it to her car. We found her bag and phone on the side path. I think something’s happened!”
Victor didn’t wait for details. He bolted from his chair, shouting orders to his security team as he ran towards home. His mind raced with fear and anger.
“Not her,” he whispered to himself. “Not Olivia.”
Olivia woke up in a dark room, her head pounding. The cold cement floor beneath her was freezing, and her wrists were bound with rough rope. Panic surged through her as she realized the severity of her situation.
The sound of a door creaking open made her heart paused. A man stepped into the room… a tall, frightening figure with a cruel smile.
“Mrs. Victor,” he drawled, his voice laced with threat. “Wel
Back at the ports, Victor’s car screeched to a halt. The black van Dawson had tracked was parked in a shadowy corner near an abandoned warehouse. The air was thick with the salty scent of the sea.Victor stepped out of the car. He didn’t wait for his men to catch up, striding toward the warehouse with a gun in hand.Inside, the gang leader sat in a makeshift office, smugly watching the CCTV footage of the warehouse area. He smirked when he spotted Victor’s tall frame storming towards the entrance. "Showtime," he murmured to himself, signaling his men to prepare for the ambush.Victor enters the warehouse cautiously, the light from a single bulb casting shadows on the walls. He moved silently; his gun was ready. The silence was threatening, broken only by the distant creak of metal and the sound of waves crashing against the ports.Suddenly, a noise to his left made him freeze. A shadow moved, and before he could react, two men attacked h
The sterilized white walls of the hospital were suffocating. Victor paced back and forth in the waiting room; his suit stained with Olivia’s blood. Every second that passed feels like hours. Nurses and doctors moved around him, their faces calm and indifferent, as if they didn’t understand the life and death battle happening behind those operating room doors.Victor’s fists were clenched so tightly that his nails were digging in his palms. His mind was racing. He couldn’t shake the image of Olivia’s pale face, her blood trickling through his fingers as he carried her to safety.If she didn’t make it… No. He couldn’t even finish the thought."Mr. Victor," Dawson interrupted, his voice hesitant. He stood a few feet away, holding a tablet. "We’ve secured the warehouse and detained the remaining gang members. The police are handling it now."Victor barely glanced at him. "I don’t ca
Victor pulled his car into the driveway of their house, the wheels crunching on the gravel. He came out quickly, circling to Olivia’s side to help her out. She moved slowly, her body still recovering from the trauma she had endured. In his arms, she felt smaller and weaker than usual and that thought only made him hold her tighter.Ava’s delighted giggles echoed from the garden. She had been kept away from the chaos, safe under the care of her nanny. As soon as she spotted her parents, the little girl ran towards them, her chubby arms wide open."Mommy! Daddy!" Ava’s voice was as bright as sunlight, a balm for the scars neither parent dared to speak of yet.Victor crouched, scooping Ava up effortlessly in one arm while supporting Olivia with the other. For a moment, the sight of his wife and daughter together made everything feel right again.Olivia smiled through the ache in her heart. Seeing Ava reminded her why she had fought so hard
Victor’s breathing grew ragged as the sound of sirens fills the air. Aaron lay lifeless on the cold pavement, his eyes staring blankly at the starless sky. Blood pooled around him, glistening threateningly under the harsh glare of the streetlights.Victor staggers, clutching his side where blood stained his shirt. His injuries screamed for attention, but his mind was clouded with a storm of guilt and rage.“Victor!” Olivia’s voice broke as she ran toward him. Tears streamed down her face as she saw the horrific scene…. the blood, the motionless body, and Victor barely standing.She reached him just as his knees buckled, catching his weight against her smaller frame. “We need to get you to a hospital,” she said, her voice trembling as she tried to keep him upright.Victor shook his head weakly. “I’ll… be fine. Check on Ava.”“No, Victor. I’m not leaving you like this,&rd
The glow of Olivia’s phone illuminates her face as Victor drove them home from the gallery. She stared at the message, her heart pounding hardly in her chest."You deserve better than him. Let me show you."She didn’t need a signature to know it was from Leo. The tone, the audacity… it all pointed to him. Her fingers trembles as she quickly locked her phone, unsure of what to do.“Olivia?” Victor’s voice broke her thoughts.She flinched, clutching the phone tightly. “Yes?”Victor glanced at her briefly, his sharp eyes catching the tension on her face even in the dim light. “You’ve been quiet. Did something happen?”“No,” she said quickly. “I’m just tired. It’s been a long night.”Victor didn’t look convinced, but he nodded, focusing on the road ahead. “If something’s bothering you, you can tell me, right?&r
Victor’s hand tightens around the phone as his eyes locked onto Olivia’s. The intensity of his eyes made her throat dry, her thoughts scattering.“Explain this,” he demanded, his voice sharp and cutting, yet creepily calm… a voice that signaled the storm rising within him.Olivia’s heart raced as she struggled to find the right words. “Victor, I…”“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice rose, cutting through her hesitation like a blade. “You knew he was crossing the line, didn’t you?”“I didn’t want to upset you,” Olivia said quickly, her voice shaking. “I thought I could handle it. I didn’t want to make things worse.”Victor laughed bitterly, pacing the room like a caged lion. “Worse? You think keeping this from me would make things better? Olivia, you really don’t understand.”He paused, running a ha
Victor’s intense eyes locked onto Olivia as they sat in their living room. Ava was asleep upstairs, leaving them alone in the suffocating silence.“You didn’t tell me he came to the gallery before,” Victor said, his voice low but vibrating with controlled anger.“I thought he’d stop,” Olivia admitted, wringing her hands nervously. “I didn’t want to worry you. I thought I could handle it on my own.”Victor leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Olivia, you’re my wife. You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone. When something happens, you should tell me.”Olivia’s heart twisted at the frustration in his tone, but she also felt her own frustration rising to the surface. “And what would you have done, Victor? If I told you sooner, you would’ve gone after him. You’re already letting him get in your mind.”Victor stood abruptly, r
Victor’s grip on his phone tightened as he read the message again. The words were cold and taunting, a calculated strike meant to shake him.He paced his study. Who had sent the message? Was it Leo, or was someone else involved? He couldn’t afford to take any chances.Pulling out his phone, he dialed one of his most trusted security advisors. “I want every detail of where that message came from. Trace it, and report back to me immediately.”“Yes, sir,” came the response.Victor’s jaw clenched as he ended the call. This wasn’t just about Leo anymore.Meanwhile, Olivia stood in the gallery, her hands shaking as she arranged the final touches for the event. The gallery was buzzing with pieces from her latest collections.But despite the excitement, an undercurrent of unease rippled through her. Victor’s words from earlier echoes in her mind: “He’s planning something. I won&rs
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