บททั้งหมดของ HARSH: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The shadow outside the window froze Olivia in place, her breath stuck in her throat. For a moment, she thought her heart had stopped entirely. The man stood still, almost as if it were a part of the night itself.“Victor…” Her voice was barely above a whisper, shaking with fear.Victor looked up from his phone, his sharp eyes immediately darting to her. He followed her stare to the window, and in an instant, he was on his feet, grabbing the nearest object… a baseball bat he kept by the door for emergencies.“Stay with Ava,” he ordered, his voice low but commanding.Olivia hesitated, fear holding her, but she nodded. She rushed to Ava’s room, where the little girl was peacefully asleep, completely unaware of the danger.Victor moved towards the window; his grip tight on the bat. He could feel his adrenaline spiking as he tried to steady his breathing. Peering through the glass, he saw no one… only t

Olivia’s breaths were shallow as she was trapped in the darken room. The air felt heavy, filled with the stifling scent of fear and desperation. Her wrists throbbed from the tight ropes biting into her skin, a cruel reminder of Leo’s obsession. Across the room, Leo was sitting on the chair, his eyes were fixed on her.“Why do you keep fighting me, Olivia?” Leo’s voice was calm, but his eyes were burning with a dangerous obsession. “Can’t you see? You belong to me now. Victor doesn’t deserve you.”Her lips trembles, “You’re insane,” she spat. “Victor will find me. You won’t get away with this.”Leo chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shock in her. He stood and approached her, his movements were slow and deliberate. “Oh, Olivia,” he mumbled, bending in front of her. His hand reached out, brushing her hair from her face. “You underestimate how far I’m

Victor’s footsteps crunched against the stones as he approached the house, each step careful and measured. His sharp instincts, improved over years of handling complex situations, had taken over.Inside the house, Olivia’s chest tightens with fear as Leo pressed the knife more firmly against her throat. His grip was unyielding, and she could feel the blade’s cold edge grazing her skin.“Who is it?” Leo hissed. His eyes darted back and forth between her and the window, calculating his next move.“I don’t know,” Olivia whispered, her voice trembling. “Please, Leo, let me go. This doesn’t have to end badly.”Leo’s jaw clenched as if her words only fueled his anger. “Don’t think for a second that I’m letting you go,” he snapped, his voice low but threatening. “Not now. Not ever.”Victor reached the front of the house and paused, his sharp eyes seeing for signs of movement. He could feel the danger.He tried the door handle, finding it locked. Without hesitation, he moved to the side of th

Olivia’s breath hitched, her back pressed against the cold tiled wall. The sound of her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she stared at the frosted window, now dark and ominous. The shadow she had seen a moment ago was gone, but the sense of danger remained.“Victor!” she screamed, her voice echoing in the small bathroom.She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, her shaking hands struggling to keep it secure. The door burst open a moment later, and Victor appeared, his expression was sharp with concern.“What happened?” he asked, seeing the room for any sign of danger.“There was… someone outside the window,” Olivia stammered, pointing with a trembling finger.Victor crossed the room in two steps and yanked the curtain aside, peering into the night. The backyard was empty, the light glow of the streetlamp casting long shadows across the grass.“No one’s there now,”

The warm morning sunlight enters through the large windows of their home, but it couldn’t seem to touch Olivia’s heart. She was sitting on the bed, her fingers brushing over the light scars on her wrists from the ropes that once bound her. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Leo’s face… his obsession, his touch and his twisted love. It haunted her, even though she knew he was gone from their lives.Victor enters the room quietly, carrying a tray with breakfast. His movements were careful, almost hesitant, as if afraid one wrong word or gesture might shatter her fragile state.“Good morning,” he said softly, placing the tray on the bedside table. Olivia didn’t respond immediately. She looked at the tray, noticing how he’d prepared everything she liked… pancakes with syrup, fresh berries, and her favorite tea. But the thought of eating made her stomach ache.Victor sat down beside her; his expression filled with concern. “You need to eat, Olivia. You’re not taking care of yourself;