All Chapters of HARSH: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Victor’s words echoed in Olivia’s mind."You’ll never leave my side again."He wasn’t just being possessive; this was declaration of ownership. Olivia stood frozen in place as Victor walk in the room, his jaw clenched in deep thought.“I’ll have security tightens around the house,” he said to himself, his voice was cold. “No one gets in or out without my permission.”“Victor, stop!” Olivia said, her voice breaks with frustration. “You can’t trap me here. Don’t you see what you’re doing to me?”Victor stopped and turned to face her. His eyes were dark, a mixture of frustration, fear, and purpose.“I’m doing this for you,” he said firmly. “That man…. whoever he was, could’ve hurt you. I won’t let that happen.”Olivia shook her head; tears filled her eyes. “What about the person hurting me right now, Victor? What about you?”Her words were a knife to his heart, but instead of softening, his face hardens. “You will never understand,” he said, stepping closer. “Everything I’ve done, every

The room was little dark, Olivia sat on the edge of the lavish bed, her wrists bound with silk restraints that offered little comfort despite their softness. The chains around her ankles, though loose enough to allow movement, were a reminder of her captivity.Victor was standing by the window, his shadow against the moonlight coming through the sheer curtains. His posture was stiff, and his hands gripped the edge of the window edge as though he could crush it.“You’re safe here,” he said. “The world out there... it’s dangerous. I can’t let anyone take you from me. Not even Eran.”Olivia clenched her jaw as she pulled against the restraints. “This isn’t safety, Victor.”He turned to her; his expression softens for a moment before darkening again. “No. This is protection. You’ll understand that one day.”Her defiance was only fueling Victor’s obsession more. He stepped closer. His hand gently held her cheek, his thumb brushed against her trembling lips.“You think I’m cruel,” he whispe

Olivia’s words and her face, it all makes him feel that he has lost everything.The grand hall was silent. Olivia stood before Victor, her hands trembles as she held her tears back. The weight of her decision pressed heavily on her heart, but she knew this was the only way to make him see the consequences of his actions.Victor, standing just a few feet away, looked completely broken. His normally composure had shattered, leaving behind a man on the brink of misery.“Don’t do this,” Victor pleaded, his voice was raw and unsteady. “Please... don’t leave.”She swallows hard, fighting the emotions. But she had made up her mind. If she stayed, he would never understand the damage he had caused, not just to her but to himself.“I want to, Victor,” she said softly. “I can’t live like this by your side. You need to understand what you’re doing is wrong.”Victor took a trembling step forward, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “I can change. I swear I’ll change. Just... don’t leave me like t

The following days were a haze of cautious recovery. Victor stayed by Olivia’s side, refusing to leave even when the nurses suggested he rest. He held her hand through every painful moment, every moment of confusion and frustration.One afternoon, she turned to him with a hesitant expression. “Why are you doing all this?” she asked.He looked at her, his eyes soft. “Because I care about you,” he said simply.She frowned; her confusion deepens. “But I don’t even remember you. What if…” She trailed off, unsure how to speak her thoughts.Victor’s jaw tightens, but he forced himself to remain calm. “It doesn’t matter,” he said. “You’re here and alive. That’s all that matters to me.”Her eyes searched his face, as if trying to find some hint of deceit. But all she saw was sincerity and a depth of emotion that she couldn’t fully understand.A week later, the doctors declared that Olivia is stable enough to be discharged. Victor was there in every step of the way, ensuring she had everything

Olivia stirred awake, her soft lashes fluttering against her cheeks as the soft morning light gets into the room. Her eyes drifted to Victor, who was sitting by her bed. He was reading a book, his fingers tracing the edges of the pages, but his attention immediately shifted to her as soon as she moved.“Good morning,” he greeted her softly.“Morning,” Olivia replied. Every day, Victor was there; caring for her, watching over her, and yet he was a stranger. A handsome and charming stranger who claimed to be her husband.She studied him. How could someone so sophisticated, so wealthy, possibly be tied to her? The thought bothered at her.Victor gets up from his seat. He placed the book on the side table and stepped closer. “Are you hungry? The nurse said you can start having something more solid today.Olivia nodded. As he gets the plate and spoon, she watched him carefully. His presence was commanding, but there was a gentleness in the way he handled the tray.He sat on the edge of her