Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Under The Sun

Chapter 3: Under The Sun

Olivia's POV

"Start talking, Olivia... before I lose my patience," Levi demanded, his voice laced with anger.

I stood frozen, unable to form words as I struggled to process the accusation. Again. I was being accused of stealing—again.

"Olivia!" His voice thundered through the room. "Don't make me lose my patience! Where is the bundle of dollar notes I kept in my drawer? Speak, you thief!"

My eyes widened in shock. But Before I could respond, the door to Levi's room burst open, and Louis stormed in, seething with rage.

"Olivia, where is the money I kept in my drawer?" Louis demanded.

I took a step back, my breath hitching as both Levi and Louis glared at me with fiery rage. My heart pounded in my chest—not out of guilt, but out of sheer disbelief. This wasn't happening. Not again.

"I didn't take anything," I managed to say, my voice trembling.

Levi scoffed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Really? Then tell us who else could have taken it. Who else enters our room if not you?"

Louis folded his arms, his frown deepening. "Don't play innocent, Olivia. Just return the money and save us all the drama."

Tears gathered in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. At least not now.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I forced myself to speak. "I didn't take your money," I repeated, louder this time, my voice shaking with suppressed emotion. "I would never steal from any of you."

"Liar!"

see Lennox standing at the doorway. His eyes, filled with cold

Anita is missing too," he announced, turning

of them—Levi, Louis, and Lennox—looked at me as if I were the

of panic, I tried to run away, but it was

above my head while

and return what you stole, or you'll be dealt with accordingly,"

of what I said, they would never believe that I didn't steal from them. They would never believe that their

Levi began counting, and all

sobbed silently, knowing the punishment for stealing in this household was brutal. Some thieves were thrown into the dungeons, like my father.

mind raced. Would I end up like my father, rotting

"Ten."

released my wrists and took

thief," Lennox sneered. More tears

some maids!" Louis ordered

of the maids, my heart raced in my chest. What were these men going to do to

so much hate, which made me wonder—did he really hate me just because my father was accused of stealing? Was this all about it, or was there something

maids walked in and bowed their

punishment. "Take her to the mansion rooftop. Strip her and apply pepper to

but I didn't say a word. Compared to what was done

away," Lennox demanded

through the mansion,

we reached the rooftop, the maids

one of

body trembling, but there was no escape. Swallowing hard, I began removing my

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