Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 22: someone wants me dead

Chapter 22: someone wants me dead

Olivia's POV

I turned back to the triplets, my frown deepening. "She's not here:

Levi scoffed. "Of course, she's not."

Louis let out an exasperated breath. "You expect us to believe that? These are all the maids in the estate, Olivia"

"T know what I saw!" I snapped, frustration flaring in my chest. "Someone gave me the juice. If she's not here, then that means-*

"She doesn't exist, Lennox cut in, his voice laced with anger.

My frown deepened. "That's not what l was going to say."

The head maid stepped forward. "Alpha, these are all the maids currently employed in the estate. If Miss Olivia claims someone else served her, I assure you, she must be mistaken."

Mistaken?

A cold chill ran down my spine. No. I wasn't mistaken.

Lennox took a step closer to me, his voice low but biting. "Enough of this, Olivia. The healer said the poison was commonly used in suicides. There's no mystery maid, no secret culprit. Just admit it."

My hands shook with rage. "I didn't poison myself!"

"Then where is the proof?" Levi shot back. "Where is this so-called maid?"

I looked between them, my heart hammering. They didn't believe me. They were convinced I had done this to myself.

I turned to my mother, hoping-praying-that she would defend me. But she stood silently beside me, her face pale, her lips pressed together.

She didn't doubt me. But she was powerless against them.

A bitter laugh escaped me. "So that's it? You've already decided I'm lying?"

Lennox's gaze hardened. "You were the only one in the room. No one else."

"I know

stretched between us,

Lennox sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "This

turned to the

stomach dropped. They were dismissing me. Brushing me off like I

them, my vision blurring with exhaustion and frustration. "You're making a mistake," I

didn't even look at me. "So are

guards stepped forward, ready

landed on the head maid once more. She was watching me

a split second—I saw

flicker of something in her

hit me

me-the head maid knew who she was. She might not even be a maid. She might be an assassin dressed in a

onto the bed, my thoughts raced. Someone had tried to kill me. And if they failed once,

said, drawing her attention. "'T have to leave this place. If I don't, my dead body will be

she knew I was right. Whoever

know you can't leave, Olivia. The guards at the borders won't let you, she said with a sigh, and I panicked.

to be a rogue than to live this

staff, came and announced that dinner was

bed, I took the stairs to the dining room, and as expected, the triplets were there-so was Anita. The moment I saw her, my wolf howled in anger, but I composed myself and walked over

seat across from Anita, and she smirked at me. There was something about her smirk-it reminded me that I

with herself, as if she was enjoying

of

said, nodding toward my untouched plate. "You need to regain

me like I was crazy?

my jaw, forcing myself to take a bite, despite how little appetite I

fork, my mother walked into the dining room,

have been an omega, but

is she the one serving? There are plenty of maids here."

and continuing to pour the water as if she hadn't heard

don't forget where you come from. Just

even more was the silence from the triplets. Not one of them