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
The evening sunlight streams through the large windows of the living room. Olivia sat on the sofa with Ava, her daughter’s giggles filling the air as they worked together on a coloring book. Victor had texted earlier, saying he’d be home early, and Olivia was looking forward to a quiet evening with her family.Ava was busy deciding between a green or purple crayon when the doorbell rang. Olivia glanced at the clock, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. She gets up from her spot and opened the door, she finds Leo standing there with a bouquet of roses in hand and a creepy smile on his face.“Leo? Why are…” she hesitated.“Olivia,” he said smoothly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. The scent of the roses was overpowering, but what unsettled Olivia even more was his creepy eyes.“I didn’t invite you in,” Olivia said, stepping back.Leo chuckled as if she were jokin
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,