Semua Bab HARSH: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The soft sound of the jet engine filled the air as Victor and Olivia sat side by side, route to Paris. Victor’s hand rested possessively on Olivia’s thigh, his thumb slowly tracing circles against the fabric of her dress. Ava slept soundly in the bassinet nearby, oblivious to the silent tension between her parents.Olivia couldn’t shake the voice on the phone. Who had called her? And why? She glanced at Victor; his sharp jawline set with focus as he flipped through a report. Could she truly share the strange warning she had received? Or would it unravel the delicate balance they had fought so hard to restore?“Are you all right?” Victor’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. His intense gaze pinned her in place, as though he could read her mind.“Yes,” she lied, managing a small smile. “Just a little nervous about the exhibition.”Victor leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, &l

Olivia’s heart stopped as she stared at the text on her phone. Her hands shaking, and an icy chill crept through her body. She glanced over at Victor, who was peacefully asleep beside her. Should she wake him? Should she tell him immediately?Her instincts screamed yes, but a part of her hesitated. The picture of Ava was taken in broad daylight at the gallery…. surrounded by people, security, and her own watchful eyes. How had someone gotten that close without being noticed?The next morning, Olivia could barely sit still as Victor prepared for a day of meetings. He noticed her unease and touch her face gently, his eyes searching hers.“You’ve been quiet since last night. Is something bothering you?” he asked softly.Olivia bit her lip, debating whether to tell him. The memory of the message replays in her mind. She couldn’t keep it from him.“There’s something you need to see,” she said finall

That night, Olivia was awake, her heart beating. The message had shaken her more than she wanted to admit. She trusted Victor, but the idea that someone was trying to drive a wedge between them was disgusting.Meanwhile, Victor sat in his study, his laptop open as he got through surveillance footage and reports. He was determined to find the source of the messages, but so far, the chance was cold.As the hours ticked by, Victor made a decision. Whoever was behind this was trying to create doubt and fear. He won’t let them succeed.The next morning, as Olivia prepared to leave for the gallery, she found an envelope on the front step. Her name was scrawled across it in elegant handwriting.She hesitated, then opened it. Inside was a single photograph.It was of Victor… standing outside a building she didn’t recognize, speaking to a woman she had never seen before.Olivia stared at the photograph in her hands, her heart pound

Back at the ports, Victor’s car screeched to a halt. The black van Dawson had tracked was parked in a shadowy corner near an abandoned warehouse. The air was thick with the salty scent of the sea.Victor stepped out of the car. He didn’t wait for his men to catch up, striding toward the warehouse with a gun in hand.Inside, the gang leader sat in a makeshift office, smugly watching the CCTV footage of the warehouse area. He smirked when he spotted Victor’s tall frame storming towards the entrance. "Showtime," he murmured to himself, signaling his men to prepare for the ambush.Victor enters the warehouse cautiously, the light from a single bulb casting shadows on the walls. He moved silently; his gun was ready. The silence was threatening, broken only by the distant creak of metal and the sound of waves crashing against the ports.Suddenly, a noise to his left made him freeze. A shadow moved, and before he could react, two men attacked h

Victor pulled his car into the driveway of their house, the wheels crunching on the gravel. He came out quickly, circling to Olivia’s side to help her out. She moved slowly, her body still recovering from the trauma she had endured. In his arms, she felt smaller and weaker than usual and that thought only made him hold her tighter.Ava’s delighted giggles echoed from the garden. She had been kept away from the chaos, safe under the care of her nanny. As soon as she spotted her parents, the little girl ran towards them, her chubby arms wide open."Mommy! Daddy!" Ava’s voice was as bright as sunlight, a balm for the scars neither parent dared to speak of yet.Victor crouched, scooping Ava up effortlessly in one arm while supporting Olivia with the other. For a moment, the sight of his wife and daughter together made everything feel right again.Olivia smiled through the ache in her heart. Seeing Ava reminded her why she had fought so hard