Semua Bab HARSH: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Olivia couldn’t wait. Her eyes go between the monitors and the other enemies coming closer. Victor was still fighting his way through the main hall, remained unaware of the coming ambush.Grabbing a small communicator, she anxiously called, “Victor, listen! They’re coming from…"The signal cut out with a sharp burst of static.Victor was ruthless as he killed the last of the armed men in his path. His hands were full with blood, his breathing unsteady, but his eyes burned with only one focus; getting to Olivia.As the main hallway cleared, Dmitri’s voice gets through Victor’s earpiece. “Boss, something’s wrong. Backup has been split into two teams.”Victor pause, his heart raced.“Where’s Olivia?” he asked.“She’s in the room, but…” Dmitri hesitated. “They’re coming from the south passage. You don’t have much time.&rdquo

The glowing eyes increased through the darkness. Olivia holds the bloodied branch, her fingers shaking as the growls become louder through the forest.Victor wiped the sweat from his face, his blade raised. "Stay close," he ordered, his voice low.Olivia swallows hard, getting closer to him. “Do you have a plan?”Victor smirked; his eyes fixed on the moving shadows. “Survive.”Before she could respond, the wolves emerged; five beasts, each larger and more frightening than the last. Their black fur glow under the moonlight, and their sharp fangs shown as they moved.One attack without warning. Victor turn, slashing with accuracy, but the beast dodged, its claws grazed his side. He grunted in pain but didn’t fall.“Move!” he shouted at Olivia, pushing her behind him.Another wolf moved forward, and Olivia swung her branch wildly. The beast get back slightly, more out of surprise than pain, but i

The next morning, Olivia woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of Victor walking outside the bedroom door. She sat up, stretching as sunlight comes through the curtains. Their talk exchange about Eran the night before was still in her mind.When she stepped into the living room, Victor’s phone was pressed to his ear, his voice low.“I don’t care how much it costs…. just make sure Eran Howard doesn’t get near her again,” he said.Olivia paused. The possessive edge in his tone was unmistakable. When Victor noticed her, his expression softens instantly.“Good morning,” he greeted, setting his phone aside.“What was that about?” she asked, her arms crossed.Victor hesitated for a moment before responding, “Business.”She didn’t believe him, but she decided not to ask any further. Instead, she walked to the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee.Victor followed her, his hand placed lightly on her lower back and lean his head on her shoulder. “Are you ready for today’s plans

Olivia walked back and forth in the house, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. She checked the doors and windows again, but they were all locked. Victor had never gone to such lengths before.Her thoughts risen. What’s happening to him? How could he do this?When Victor finally comes from his study, he looked too calm. He carried a tray with breakfast, his behavior was as though nothing had happened.“Good morning, Olivia,” he said, placing the tray on the table.She looked at him, disbelieving. “Victor, what’s going on? Why are the doors locked? And where’s my phone?”He smiled lightly, but his eyes were saying something else. “I’ve taken steps to ensure your safety. You don’t need to worry about anything.”“My safety?” she repeated. “This isn’t safety, Victor. This is control!”His expression darkens. “I’m p

Olivia was sitting on the bed, her wrists still red from Victor's grip. Her heart pounding hardly in her chest at his words. He claimed to love her, but it was totally obsession, and fear masked his affection.Victor stood by the window, his back to her. His broad shoulders rise and fell with every deep breath, a storm of emotions residing within him. He finally turned around; his dark eyes locked onto hers.“Do you hate me, Olivia?” he asked quietly, his voice softer.The question caught her off guard. “I don’t hate you,” she replied cautiously. “But I hate what you’re doing to me… to us.”Victor walked across the room; his movements slow. He kneels in front of her, his hands reaching for hers, but she pulled back. A glimpse of hurt crossed his face before he get his expression into calm control.“I can’t lose you,” he said, his voice cracks.Olivia wanted to believe him, to see the man behind the possessive mask. But the memory of being locked away and treated like a caged bird, bur