All Chapters of HARSH: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

As the days passed, Olivia’s strength continued to improve, and with it came more fragments of memories. They were small at first…. a fleeting image of Victor and her struggles echoing in her ears. But one night, as she lay in bed, an intense memory struck her like lightning.She was in a car, the world spinning around her. Eran’s voice called out her name, panic passing in his voice. Then there was the sound of metal crunching, glass breaking, and everything went dark.Olivia shot up in bed with a scream, her heart pounding hardly. She pressed a hand to her chest, struggling to catch her breath.Victor burst into the room moments later, his eyes wide with concern. “Olivia, what’s wrong?”“I… I remembered something,” she said, her voice shaking.He crossed the room in an instant, sitting beside her and taking her face in his hands. “What did you remember?”She looked at him, tears passing in her eyes. “The accident. Eran… he was with me. I… I think he called my name before it happened

Olivia was sitting in her room long after Victor’s confession. The truth he had revealed was hard for her, yet it explained so much…..the memories that had surrounded, the fear she once felt. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her own face feeling unfamiliar.Was forgiveness even possible after everything? And if it was, did she have the strength to give it?The next morning, Victor was waiting in the dining room. He had barely slept; his thoughts were full with Olivia’s reaction. When she enters the room, their eyes met, and he stood, unsure of what to expect.“Good morning,” he said softly, his voice was cautious.Olivia nodded, taking a seat across from him. Finally, she spoke, her tone measured. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me.” “I’m not saying I forgive you…not yet,” she said, her eyes steady. “But… I think I want to try. To see if we can move on.”Relief passed over Victor’s face, and he nodded. “I promise I won’t let you down.”In the following days, Victor

“What is it?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.Victor hesitated, his jaw tightening as he debated whether to tell her. Finally, he met her eyes, his eyes filled with a mix of protectiveness and fear.“It’s a message,” he said slowly. “Someone… is threatening us.”Olivia’s breath hitched, her hand instinctively going to her belly as if to shield the life growing within her. “What do they want?”Victor’s grip on the phone tightens, his voice low and dangerous. “They want to take everything from me. But I won’t let them. Not you and not our baby.”As his words hung in the air, a chill settle over the room, the warmth of their earlier moments giving way to an impending sense of danger.The next morning, Olivia awoke to the gentle sound of birds chirping outside the window but her thoughts were far from peaceful. She turned her face to Victor, who was already up, sitting beside her bed, his eyes scanned through his phone with an intense focus.She couldn’t help but admire him, the wa

Victor’s eyes burnt with a fury that made Olivia’s breath catch. He crumpled the photograph in his hand, the note’s chilling words echoing in both their minds.“Victor, who could have sent this?” Olivia asked.He placed the photograph on the table and pulled Olivia into his arms. “Someone who thinks they can scare me,” he replied, his voice dark. “But they don’t understand what they’ve just done. No one can threaten my family.”Olivia feels his resolve in the strength of his embrace. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his. “We’ll get through this together, right?”Victor softened slightly; his fingers brushed against her cheek. “Always,” he promised.The following day, Victor called a private security team, the best money could buy. Olivia watched as strangers moved through their home, installing surveillance equipment and guarding entry points. It

Olivia couldn’t shake the unease from the cryptic message. Though Victor had reassured her with his actions and affection, the secrets he seemed to hide cast shadows over their happiness. She wants to uncover the truth herself, her instincts telling her that knowledge was her best defense.The mansion’s library was quiet, the light scent of old books and polished wood calming her nerves. Olivia saw the shelves, pretending to browse, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Victor’s recent behavior…. the late-night calls, his distracted expressions…. spoke of deeper troubles.Suddenly the library door creaked open. Victor entered, his presence commanding as always, but his expression softens when he saw her.“There you are,” he said, crossing the room to her. “I’ve been looking for you.”Olivia turned, holding up a random book. “Just exploring the collection. It’s impressive.”Victor’s lips gave a small smile. “Most of them were my mother’s. She loved to read.”Something about his voice was wi