บททั้งหมดของ HARSH: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The glow of Olivia’s phone illuminates her face as Victor drove them home from the gallery. She stared at the message, her heart pounding hardly in her chest."You deserve better than him. Let me show you."She didn’t need a signature to know it was from Leo. The tone, the audacity… it all pointed to him. Her fingers trembles as she quickly locked her phone, unsure of what to do.“Olivia?” Victor’s voice broke her thoughts.She flinched, clutching the phone tightly. “Yes?”Victor glanced at her briefly, his sharp eyes catching the tension on her face even in the dim light. “You’ve been quiet. Did something happen?”“No,” she said quickly. “I’m just tired. It’s been a long night.”Victor didn’t look convinced, but he nodded, focusing on the road ahead. “If something’s bothering you, you can tell me, right?&r

Victor’s intense eyes locked onto Olivia as they sat in their living room. Ava was asleep upstairs, leaving them alone in the suffocating silence.“You didn’t tell me he came to the gallery before,” Victor said, his voice low but vibrating with controlled anger.“I thought he’d stop,” Olivia admitted, wringing her hands nervously. “I didn’t want to worry you. I thought I could handle it on my own.”Victor leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Olivia, you’re my wife. You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone. When something happens, you should tell me.”Olivia’s heart twisted at the frustration in his tone, but she also felt her own frustration rising to the surface. “And what would you have done, Victor? If I told you sooner, you would’ve gone after him. You’re already letting him get in your mind.”Victor stood abruptly, r

The evening sunlight streams through the large windows of the living room. Olivia sat on the sofa with Ava, her daughter’s giggles filling the air as they worked together on a coloring book. Victor had texted earlier, saying he’d be home early, and Olivia was looking forward to a quiet evening with her family.Ava was busy deciding between a green or purple crayon when the doorbell rang. Olivia glanced at the clock, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. She gets up from her spot and opened the door, she finds Leo standing there with a bouquet of roses in hand and a creepy smile on his face.“Leo? Why are…” she hesitated.“Olivia,” he said smoothly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. The scent of the roses was overpowering, but what unsettled Olivia even more was his creepy eyes.“I didn’t invite you in,” Olivia said, stepping back.Leo chuckled as if she were jokin

Victor’s heart was racing, his breaths shallow and uneven. Olivia was gone. The sight of the open window, curtains billowing in the cool night air, sent an icy fear down in his body.He grabbed his phone, dialing the head of the security team stationed outside. “Where the hell were you?” he shouted the moment the call connected. “Someone just took Olivia from our house!”The man on the other end stammers, “W-We didn’t see anyone, sir. The patrol didn’t…”Victor cut him off, his voice cold and furious. “If you didn’t see anything, you weren’t doing your damn job. I want every available unit searching for her. NOW.”He slammed the phone down, his hands trembling. The thought of Olivia in Leo’s hands made his blood boil. He had to find her… and fast.Meanwhile, in the backseat of a speeding car…Olivia’s wrists ached f

The sound of the gunshot echoed in Olivia’s ears, loud and piercing, as though the cabin itself had recoiled in shock. She froze, unable to process what had just happened. Her eyes locked on Leo as he staggers backward, his hand holding his side where blood comes out through his shirt.But Leo didn’t fall.With a wild growl, he pushed forward, his grip on the knife tightens. His eyes burned with rage, the kind of madness that ignored pain and reason.Victor raised his gun again, steady and calm. “Leo, don’t make me fire again,” he warned, his voice low and filled with authority.But Leo didn’t stop.Olivia’s PerspectiveFrom her position behind Victor, Olivia’s body shook uncontrollably. She could see the wild look in Leo’s eyes, the way his lips curled into a twisted smile even as blood was trickling from his side.She wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but he