Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 21: The Maid

Chapter 21: The Maid

Olivia's POV

Poison?

Did he just say I poisoned myself?

My mind was a mess, clouded with exhaustion and confusion. My body felt weak, like I had been drained of every ounce of strength. I tried to recall, tried to think of any moment when I could have done such a thing, but my memories were foggy, fragmented.

I lifted my gaze to Lennox, his furious glare sending a shiver down my spine. His jaw was tight, his tight grip firm on each side of my arms, and his green eyes burned with anger, fear, and desperation.

"You're hurting me, Lennox," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

His grip on my arms was firm, almost bruising, but at my words, he let go—too suddenly. I lost my balance, falling back onto the bed with a soft thud. Pain shot through my limbs, and I winced, my body too fragile to handle even the smallest impact.

I looked up at them—Lennox, Levi, and Louis—their faces twisted in anger, their sharp glares cutting into me like daggers.

"Speak, Olivia," Lennox demanded again, his voice sharp and furious. "Why did you poison yourself?"

"I didn't," I whispered, my breath shaky.

Levi let out a harsh scoff, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Don't lie to us, Olivia! The healer said it himself. You consumed poison. Are you really going to stand there and act like you don't know?"

My heart pounded in my chest. "I don't know." My voice was weak, but my words held firm. "I don't remember taking any poison. I wouldn't…"

Would I?

A sliver of doubt crept into my mind. I had been feeling empty lately, lost in my own pain, but… would I have gone so far as to take my own life?

No.

That wasn't me.

my head, my fingers curling into the

his eyes. "Then explain how the poison got into

I couldn't.

didn't have an

hand to my forehead, frustration building inside me. My mind was too hazy, my memories too

Olivia. Why did

mind hazy, but as I struggled to recall what happened, a memory

maid. A

I hadn't poisoned myself. Someone had done this

weak, barely above a whisper, but the triplets were staring at me, their

"Speak, Olivia!" Lennox growled.

"I didn't poison myself. The last thing I remember was drinking a juice served to me by one of the

their eyes

healer told us the poison you used is mostly used for suicide. Olivia, you did it yourself—you poisoned yourself," Louis said in anger, and

to kill myself?" I spat, my frustration growing. "I am telling the truth. A maid served me a glass of juice with a tray of snacks, and after that, I became sleepy and lay on the bed. That was all I

don't believe

bed. My body was so weak that I could

and instead of you all finding out who that person is, you are here accusing me

a word. After a moment, they left the room

the uneasy feeling that settled deep in my gut. Someone had tried to

I wasn't safe.

still felt weak, my throat dry,

have been simple—the triplets or perhaps Anita

But if they had wanted me dead, they wouldn't have wasted their time accusing me of poisoning myself. Their anger earlier had been real. Their guilt—especially Lennox's—had been

if not them… then

caught.

red and swollen from crying. "Oh,

face. Her hands were warm, shaking slightly as she brushed a strand of hair away from my

you," she sobbed,