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
The sound of the approaching car grew louder, breaking the silence that had surrounded the isolated cabin. Olivia’s heart pounded as she strained against the ropes binding her to the chair. Hope flickered within her, but it was quickly overshadowed by fear as she caught sight of the knife in Leo’s hand.Leo’s jaw tightens. He dragged the blade across the wooden table, the sound sending shivers down Olivia’s body. “Do you hear that, Olivia?” he asked, his voice low and cold.Olivia didn’t respond, her eyes fixed on the door. She prayed Victor would find her before it was too late.Leo crouched in front of her, his face inches from hers. “He won’t save you,” he whispered. “If he walks through that door, I’ll end him. And you’ll have no one left but me.”The sound of the engine stopped, replaced by the crunch of boots on floor. Victor was here. Olivia’s heart swelled wi
The sound of the gunshot echoed in Olivia’s ears, loud and piercing, as though the cabin itself had recoiled in shock. She froze, unable to process what had just happened. Her eyes locked on Leo as he staggers backward, his hand holding his side where blood comes out through his shirt.But Leo didn’t fall.With a wild growl, he pushed forward, his grip on the knife tightens. His eyes burned with rage, the kind of madness that ignored pain and reason.Victor raised his gun again, steady and calm. “Leo, don’t make me fire again,” he warned, his voice low and filled with authority.But Leo didn’t stop.Olivia’s PerspectiveFrom her position behind Victor, Olivia’s body shook uncontrollably. She could see the wild look in Leo’s eyes, the way his lips curled into a twisted smile even as blood was trickling from his side.She wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but he
The soft sound of the heater filled the silence in the living room. Olivia stood near the window; her arms wrapped around herself as she stares out into the darkness. The light glow of the streetlight lit the edge of their yard, casting shadows that seems to move with the wind.But one shadow didn’t move.Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced, trying to make sense of the shape near the fence. Was it just her imagination? Or was someone there?Victor’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. “Olivia,” he called softly, stepping into the room.She turned quickly, startled. “I… I thought I saw something,” she whispered, her voice trembling.Victor frowned, immediately on alert. He crossed the room to her. “Where?”She pointed towards the yard, her hand shaking slightly. “Near the fence.”Victor moved closer to the window, scanning the area. The shadow she had seen was gone.
The shadow outside the window froze Olivia in place, her breath stuck in her throat. For a moment, she thought her heart had stopped entirely. The man stood still, almost as if it were a part of the night itself.“Victor…” Her voice was barely above a whisper, shaking with fear.Victor looked up from his phone, his sharp eyes immediately darting to her. He followed her stare to the window, and in an instant, he was on his feet, grabbing the nearest object… a baseball bat he kept by the door for emergencies.“Stay with Ava,” he ordered, his voice low but commanding.Olivia hesitated, fear holding her, but she nodded. She rushed to Ava’s room, where the little girl was peacefully asleep, completely unaware of the danger.Victor moved towards the window; his grip tight on the bat. He could feel his adrenaline spiking as he tried to steady his breathing. Peering through the glass, he saw no one… only t
The cold night air burnt Olivia’s lungs as Leo dragged her away, his grip was tight around her wrist. She stumbled over the uneven ground, her heart pounding with fear. The light sound of Victor shouting her name echoed in the distance, but it felt miles away.“Let me go!” Olivia screamed, struggling against Leo’s grasp.Leo stopped abruptly and turned to face her, his dark eyes burning with a dangerous intensity. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Olivia,” he hissed, his voice low and poisonous. “You’re coming with me, whether you like it or not.”Before Olivia could struggle, Leo yanked her forward, forcing her into a waiting car parked on the side of the road. He shoved her into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut before quickly getting into the car.Back at the house, Victor was already on the phone with the police. His voice was tensed, filled with urgency. “He’s taken
Olivia’s breaths were shallow as she was trapped in the darken room. The air felt heavy, filled with the stifling scent of fear and desperation. Her wrists throbbed from the tight ropes biting into her skin, a cruel reminder of Leo’s obsession. Across the room, Leo was sitting on the chair, his eyes were fixed on her.“Why do you keep fighting me, Olivia?” Leo’s voice was calm, but his eyes were burning with a dangerous obsession. “Can’t you see? You belong to me now. Victor doesn’t deserve you.”Her lips trembles, “You’re insane,” she spat. “Victor will find me. You won’t get away with this.”Leo chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shock in her. He stood and approached her, his movements were slow and deliberate. “Oh, Olivia,” he mumbled, bending in front of her. His hand reached out, brushing her hair from her face. “You underestimate how far I’m
Leo slammed the house door shut; the sound vibrates through the silent night. He dragged Olivia back into the dark room, her struggles only seeming to fuel his growing madness.“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” he hissed, his fingers digging into her arm hard enough to leave bruises.“Leo, please!” Olivia cried, tears streaming down her face. “You don’t have to do this!”But her pleas only seemed to anger him further. He shoved her into a chair, pulling a long rope from a nearby table.“I gave you a chance to behave, Olivia,” he said, his voice cold. “But you’re too stubborn to understand what’s good for you.”He tied her hands and feet with an efficiency that spoke of practice, his eyes were dark and unreadable.Olivia sat shaking as Leo stepped back. The ropes bit into her skin, and her heart pounded in her chest.“Why are you doing this?” she asked.Leo crouched in front of her, his expression softening for a brief moment. “Because I love you,” he said, brushing her hair from h
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