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!"

at the new voice and turned to see Lennox standing at the doorway. His eyes, filled with cold hatred,

for Anita is missing too," he announced,

Louis, and Lennox—looked at me as if I

panic, I tried to run away, but it was useless. I was

my hands above my

and return what you stole, or you'll be dealt

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

all I could do was shed

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

end up like my

"Ten."

wrists and took a step

Lennox

Bring some maids!"

waited for the arrival of the maids, my heart raced in my chest. What were these men going to do to me? Why

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

maids walked in and bowed their heads to

her to the mansion rooftop. Strip her and apply pepper to her naked body. Make sure she

Compared to what was done to anyone accused of stealing, this was

her away," Lennox demanded

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

rooftop, the maids

undress," one of them urged

entire body trembling, but there was no escape. Swallowing hard,

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