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!"

and turned to see Lennox standing at

missing too," he announced, turning to his

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

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

pinned me against the wall, lifting my hands above my head while his burning

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

they would never believe that I didn't steal from them. They would never believe

two..." Levi began counting, and all I could do

for stealing in this household was brutal. Some thieves were thrown into the dungeons, like my father. Others had their hands chopped

I end up like my father, rotting in

"Ten."

my wrists and

like her father—a stubborn thief," Lennox sneered. More

Bring some maids!"

maids, my heart raced in my chest. What were these men going to do to me? Why were they

met Lennox's, and 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

in and bowed their heads to the

Strip her and apply pepper to her naked body. Make sure she kneels under the

to what was done to anyone

her away,"

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 sobbing, her entire body trembling, but she didn't dare approach me. If she did, she'd

rooftop, the

one of

escape. Swallowing hard, I began removing my

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