All Chapters of HARSH: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Victor!” Olivia screamed, her voice cutting through the tension in the room.Victor didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Olivia, shielding her with his body as he moved out of the laser’s path. The stranger bent instinctively, pressing himself against the wall.The sound of shattering glass rang out as a bullet pierced the room, embedding itself into the far wall where Victor had stood moments before.“Sniper!” the stranger hissed, his calm posture cracking.Victor pulled Olivia to the ground, keeping her behind the sofa. His protective instincts flared to life, but his mind was calculating every possibility. The sniper was precise and bold…. this wasn’t a random attack.The stranger, still crouched, edged toward the window. “They’re here already. I told you they wouldn’t wait.”Victor stared at him. “You brought this to my house.”“I brought you a warning,” the man retorted, his voice sharp. “They’re the ones who escalated it.”Victor ignored him, focusing on Olivia. “Stay low. Don’t move,”

Victor stared at the message on his phone, his jaw tightens with barely contained rage. His free hand clenched into a fist as his mind raced. The courage of the Syndicate to target his unborn child was a declaration of war he could not ignore.“Victor?” Olivia’s soft voice broke through his storm of thoughts. She looked up at him, her expression concerned. “What’s wrong?”He forced himself to soften his expression, slipping the phone into his pocket as he sat back down beside her. “Nothing to worry about, love. Just some business matters.”Olivia frowned, clearly unconvinced, but exhaustion from the day’s events kept her from pressing further. “You’re hiding something,” she mumbled, her fingers brushed against his hand. “I can feel it.”Victor leaned forward, pressing a kiss on her lips. “You and our baby are the only things that matter to me right now. I’ll take care of everything else.”Though she was still worried, Olivia nodded, her trust in Victor unwavering.As Olivia goes into

Victor’s calm words echoes through the warehouse, his confidence unnerved the Syndicate members. Victor’s men stood ready, their weapons drawn and their loyalty unshakable.“Drop your weapons,” barked one of the Syndicate leaders, moving forward. He was a tall, scarred man with cold eyes. “Or your entire team dies.”Victor gave a smirk, his eyes sharp. “Do you really think I came here unprepared?”Before the leader could respond, a sudden explosion rocked the warehouse, shattering windows and sending fragments flying. The Syndicate members ducked for cover as Victor’s men took advantage of the chaos, engaging in a fierce firefight.Victor moved like a predator, taking down enemies with calculated precision. Every shot he fired was deadly accurate, his movements were smooth and efficient. Despite the danger, his mind was focused on one thing: protecting Olivia.Back at the mansion, Olivia paced the living room, her anxiety growing with each passing minute. She couldn’t shake the feelin

The room was filled with the gentle cries of a newborn as Olivia lay on the hospital bed, her hair damp with sweat and tears flooding down her face. Victor stood beside her, his eyes wide with awe and emotion as he held their baby girl for the first time.“She’s cute,” Victor whispered, his voice trembling. He gently placed the baby in Olivia’s arms.Olivia eyes down at the tiny bundle, her heart swelling with love and relief. “Ava,” she murmured. “Our little Ava.”Victor leaned down, kissing Olivia’s forehead tenderly. “Thank you,” he said, his voice full with emotion. “For giving me this. For giving us this.”The days that followed were full of sleepless nights and quiet joy. Victor had never imagined himself as a father, but now, with Ava cradled in his arms, he couldn’t imagine life any other way.Olivia watched him with a soft smile as he gently rocked Ava to sleep. “You’re a natural,” she said, her voice filled with admiration.Victor chuckled softly. “I’ve handled boardrooms fu

Few Months Later:Olivia stood before the large canvas in her studio, her hands splashed with colors as she worked on her latest piece. The warm afternoon sun filters through the windows. She was utterly captivated in her work, the stress of the past weeks melting away with every stroke of the brush.Victor watched her from the doorway, his arms crossed as a small smile played on his lips. “You’re glowing,” he said, his deep voice pulling her from her trance.Startled, Olivia turned, her cheeks flushed at the way he looked at her. “I didn’t hear you come in.”Victor stepped closer, his eyes seeing her paint-splattered apron. “I didn’t want to interrupt. You look... happy.”“I am,” she admitted, setting down her brush. “The gallery has been so supportive. They’re even hosting an exhibit for me next month.”Victor’s pride was