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!"

Lennox standing at the doorway. His

bought for Anita is missing too,"

three of them—Levi, Louis, and Lennox—looked at me

me, and out of panic, I tried to run away,

above my head

your last chance to confess and return what you stole, or you'll be dealt with

his angry gaze. I knew, regardless of what I said, they would never believe that I didn't steal from them. They would never believe that their precious Anita was

began counting, and all I could do was

knowing the punishment for stealing in this household was brutal. Some thieves were thrown into

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

"Ten."

my wrists and

her father—a stubborn thief," Lennox sneered.

maids!" Louis ordered

chest. What were these men going to do to me? Why were they sending for

he glared at me with 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 else involved? How could a man who once cherished me now look

in and bowed their heads

one to usher the punishment. "Take her to the mansion rooftop. Strip her and apply pepper to her naked body. Make sure she kneels

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

her away,"

maids took hold of my arms and led me out of the room. I didn't struggle. There was no point. As we walked through the mansion, I saw my mother. She was

the rooftop, the maids

of them

there was no escape. Swallowing hard, I began removing my clothes, my

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