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 next morning, Olivia stared at the message on her phone, her hands shaking. The words echoed in her mind: "You’ll be mine, Olivia. At all cost."Victor noticed her pale face as he came out of the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hand. “What’s wrong?” he asked, rushing to her side.Without a word, Olivia handed him her phone. His expression darkens as he read the message. The muscles in his jaw tightened, and his hand gripped the phone so tightly that Olivia feared he might crush it.“He’s not going to stop,” Olivia whispered, her voice shaky. “What if he…”Victor silenced her by pulling her into a tight embrace. “I won’t let anything happen to you or Ava,” he said. “Leo’s going to pay for this.”Victor immediately called the police and reported the message. By midday, officers were at their home, taking Olivia’s statement. They promise
Victor’s heart was racing, his breaths shallow and uneven. Olivia was gone. The sight of the open window, curtains billowing in the cool night air, sent an icy fear down in his body.He grabbed his phone, dialing the head of the security team stationed outside. “Where the hell were you?” he shouted the moment the call connected. “Someone just took Olivia from our house!”The man on the other end stammers, “W-We didn’t see anyone, sir. The patrol didn’t…”Victor cut him off, his voice cold and furious. “If you didn’t see anything, you weren’t doing your damn job. I want every available unit searching for her. NOW.”He slammed the phone down, his hands trembling. The thought of Olivia in Leo’s hands made his blood boil. He had to find her… and fast.Meanwhile, in the backseat of a speeding car…Olivia’s wrists ached f
Victor Husley stood at the of bustling art gallery, his sharp eyes were scanning the room with his predatory gaze. The clinking of glasses and low conversations were filling the air, but his mind was somewhere else. Events like these were more of an obligation than a pleasure, a place to rub shoulders with other wealthy people and nod at the approval of overpriced paintings. His tailor suit fit him perfectly, seeing his broad shoulders and powerful build, while his expression was cold which keeps strangers at a safe distance.Tonight, however, something was different. His attention had been drawn, quite unexpectedly, to the art of piece in the far corner. It wasn't the art itself that attract him, but rather the artist who was standing near it, engaged in a conversation with a small group of admirers.She was striking, to say the least. Long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her bright green eyes sparkles with a passion that seemed to light the entire room. She was young, probabl
Olivia left the restaurant with a mixture of emotions boiling inside her, anger, fear, and a sensation that she couldn't quite place. Victor's proposition replayed in her mind, the possessive tone of his voice and the way he looked at her as though she were already his. It was maddening and crazy, but a tiny voice in her head reminded her of her financial situation that had pushed her to accept the meeting in the first place.Her father’s health was changing rapidly, and the medical bills were suffocating her. She had poured every penny into his treatment, sacrificing her art to take on freelance work that barely kept her stable. The thought of Victor’s offer disgusted her, yet the security he promised was something she desperately needed. The idea of accepting such terms, however, was unthinkable. She was no one’s possession, and she refused to be bought, no matter how her circumstances were.Back in her tiny studio apartment, Olivia sat at her desk, her hands were trembling slightly
The days passed slowly, each one like a reminder of Olivia’s trembling situation. Victor's words haunted her thoughts, whenever she tried to push them away. She went through working her freelance jobs, visiting her father in the hospital, and painting late into the night, hoping that distraction would drive out the unease in her heart. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t escape the growing pressure.Her father’s condition took a sudden turn to the worse, and the doctors were now recommending a high-risk surgery that would give him a fighting chance. But it came with an even higher price. Olivia listened to the doctor as he explained the situation, the numbers going through her eyes. It was more than she could ever hope to come up with on her own.That night, as she lay on her bed, Olivia found herself reaching out for the letter she had thrown across the room few days ago. She looked it out, staring at the address Victor had provided. Her heart pounded as she it. Every fiber
Victor wasted no time after sealing their agreement. The very next day, he sent a car to collect Olivia’s bringing and her to his house that would now be her home. The building tower over the city like a cold glass façade reflecting the world outside, a world she was beginning to feel increasingly disconnected from. Olivia sat in the backseat, staring out of the window as her old neighborhood slowly disappears behind her. The life she had known was now over, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead filled her with a mixture of fear.The house was as stylish as she remembered, but now it felt more like a cage than a luxurious home. The living room’s open space seemed to swallow her as she walked in, her footsteps echoed against the marble floor. Victor was waiting for her, dressed as always, his posture relaxed yet commanding as he leaned against the piano by the window.“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, his voice was smooth and casual, as though she were merely a guest. “I’ll have th
Victor’s heart was racing, his breaths shallow and uneven. Olivia was gone. The sight of the open window, curtains billowing in the cool night air, sent an icy fear down in his body.He grabbed his phone, dialing the head of the security team stationed outside. “Where the hell were you?” he shouted the moment the call connected. “Someone just took Olivia from our house!”The man on the other end stammers, “W-We didn’t see anyone, sir. The patrol didn’t…”Victor cut him off, his voice cold and furious. “If you didn’t see anything, you weren’t doing your damn job. I want every available unit searching for her. NOW.”He slammed the phone down, his hands trembling. The thought of Olivia in Leo’s hands made his blood boil. He had to find her… and fast.Meanwhile, in the backseat of a speeding car…Olivia’s wrists ached f
The next morning, Olivia stared at the message on her phone, her hands shaking. The words echoed in her mind: "You’ll be mine, Olivia. At all cost."Victor noticed her pale face as he came out of the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hand. “What’s wrong?” he asked, rushing to her side.Without a word, Olivia handed him her phone. His expression darkens as he read the message. The muscles in his jaw tightened, and his hand gripped the phone so tightly that Olivia feared he might crush it.“He’s not going to stop,” Olivia whispered, her voice shaky. “What if he…”Victor silenced her by pulling her into a tight embrace. “I won’t let anything happen to you or Ava,” he said. “Leo’s going to pay for this.”Victor immediately called the police and reported the message. By midday, officers were at their home, taking Olivia’s statement. They promise
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
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
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 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
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 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
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