All Chapters of HARSH: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Victor’s grip on Olivia’s wrist was firm but not painful, yet it carried the weight of his words and a promise with a warning. Olivia hesitantly looked at him, her mind thinking of some excuses.He pulled her closer, his tall figure cast a shadow over her small body. "I’m curious," Victor began. "What exactly you were planning to do with this?" He held up the knife as he took out from her pocket.Olivia’s throat went dry. Her silence amused him and his lips curved into a dark smile."Let me guess," he continued, touching the blade between his fingers. "You thought you could sneak out, maybe hurt me if I got in your way, and then… what? Run through the forest in the middle of the night? Do you even know how far the nearest town is?"She said nothing, her eyes were between the knife and the door.Victor leaned in, he whispered in her ear. "I told you, Olivia. There’s no escaping me." He forcefully took her to the bedroom and what happens between them, only Olivia could feel the pain pas

The room becomes suffocating as Victor closed the door behind him."Eavesdropping isn’t polite," Victor said, his voice was low. "Care to explain what you were doing by the window?"Olivia’s heart raced. "I wasn’t eavesdropping," she said hesitantly, taking a step back. "I just… heard voices and I was curious."Victor gave a cold smile as he moves toward her. "Curiosity," he sneers. "It’s a dangerous thing. Haven’t you learned that by now?"Victor stopped few inches away from her. "What did you hear?" he asked, his voice was sharp."Nothing," Olivia lied, her voice trembles. "I couldn’t make out what you were saying."Victor studied her for a moment, looking at her. "Do you know what happens to people who lie to me?" he asked. She swallowed hard. "I’m not lying."Victor’s smiles widens but there was no warmth in it. "You are not a very good liar. But since I’m feeling generous tonight, I’ll give you one more chance to tell me the truth."Olivia clenched her fists to calm herself. "I d

Victor's eyes dig into Olivia’s, pinning her in place as if he could strip away her thoughts. Her heart was racing with the memory of the journal and the circled date.“What is it we need to discuss?” she asked.Victor leaned in closer. “You’ve been restless,” he said, his voice was full with suspicion. “It makes me wonder what is it that keeps you wake up late at night?”You, Olivia thought, but she didn’t say. Instead, she shrugged. “This place. It’s hard to feel comfortable when I’m here locked up like a prisoner.”Victor’s smile faded, replaced by a cold expression. “You aren’t a prisoner. You’re my wife. There’s a difference.”“A wife has a choice,” she shot back, surprising him. “A prisoner doesn’t.”Victor’s expression changed and for a moment she thought she had gone too far. “You’re right,” he said, leaning back. “A wife does have choices. But she doesn’t make mistakes, Olivia, you chose this path when you married me. And now, you can’t turn back.”His words felt like tighten

Victor’s grip on Olivia’s arm was tight as he took her down the staircase. The air grew cooler as going down, the scent of stones was filling her senses. Her heart was beating hard. Whatever lay below this secret door felt like the key to everything that Victor had kept locked away.“Victor,” Olivia said with a voice shaky, “you don’t have to do this. Just tell me what’s going on.”He didn’t reply. She tried to resist, planting her feet on the steps, but he tightened his grip more, pulling her along.“You wanted to know,” he said. “You’ll get them. But don’t expect to like what you find.”The staircase ended, opening into a dark room. Olivia blinked as her eyes adjusted to see the room. The space was unlike anything she had seen in the villa, stone walls lined with shelves holding documents and strange artifacts. A large table was in the center filled with maps and photographs.But it wasn’t the room that get her attention. It was the man standing at the far end, his back to them.“Al

The sharp and metallic sounds of the enforcers’ boots on the floor brought Olivia back to the present. The smoke lingered faintly in the air, a reminder of the stranger’s sudden appearance and quicker disappearance.“Speak!” one of Victor’s men growled. “What happened here?”Olivia clenched her fists. The truth burned her tongue, but she knew the consequences of speaking too freely.Alexander, still catching his breath, stepped forward. His voice was steady, but his expression betrayed his unease. “The intruder was after me. They used her to get to me.”The man saw, suspicion evident in his eyes. “And you let them escape?”Alexander’s jaw tightens. “They were faster and more skilled. If I hadn’t been here, Olivia might’ve been taken.”The enforcer’s eyes shifted to Olivia, cold. “Victor won’t like hearing about this.”The mention of Victor’s name made Olivia’s heartbeat fasten. She glanced at Alexander; his light nod reassured her that he had a plan.“We’ll report this directly to him,