All Chapters of HARSH: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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

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 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 mansion was silent as Olivia made her way through the hallways. The meeting earlier had left her shaken, questioning everything. Her father’s name had been spoken with contempt, as though he were a traitor, a man who had betrayed the very people Victor was at war with.But what did it mean? What had he done?And why was Victor keeping her so close?She paused near the grand staircase, her hands curling into fists. Her father wasn’t a criminal. He had been a businessman, at least, that’s what she had always believed. But now…Now, she wasn’t so sure.Voices echoes from down the hall, low and urgent. Olivia recognized Victor’s voice instantly, sharp and controlled, full with the authority that made men obey without question.She moved closer, pressing herself against the wall near the study’s slightly open door.Inside, the conversation was tense.“You knew,” Emilio’s voice cut through the room. “You knew what her father did, and you still brought her here.”Olivia breath stuck.“I

Few days later, the dimly lit warehouse smelled of sweat, blood, and the metallic hint of fear. Olivia stood near the entrance, her body stiff as Victor’s men dragged a trembling figure into the center of the room. The man….. one of Victor’s own, was chained and bruised, his face was swollen from an already harsh interrogation. Olivia didn’t know his crime, but from the cold anger in Victor’s eyes, she knew it had to be serious.She swallows hard, her heartbeat hammering against her ribs as Victor took slow, deliberate steps forward. The air was thick with tension, his presence suffocating. He didn’t even glance in her direction, his entire focus was on the traitor before him.“You betrayed me.” Victor’s voice was terrifyingly calm. “Tell me why I shouldn’t put a bullet in your head right now.”The man whimpered, struggling against his restraints. “I… I had no choice. They thre