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 what I

between us,

sighed, rubbing a hand

Levi turned to the guards. "Take her back to

stomach dropped. They were dismissing me. Brushing

at them, my vision blurring with exhaustion and frustration. "You're making

look at me.

my fists as two guards stepped

my gaze landed on the head maid once more. She

then-just for a split

of something in

me like

might not even be a maid. She might be an assassin dressed in a

mother took me back to my room, and as I sank onto the bed, my thoughts raced. Someone

"'T have to leave this place. If I don't, my dead body will be carried out

my mother's face. Obviously, she knew I was right. Whoever had tried to poison me wouldn't stop. They would

sigh, and I panicked. I knew I had to do something. I had to leave this place-somehow. I

stayed in bed, thinking of ways to escape. It was better to be a

of the mansion staff, came and announced that dinner was ready and that the

the 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

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

remain calm as I picked up my fork, my eyes never leaving Anita. She looked too pleased with herself, as if she was enjoying my suffering. My wolf growled again, but I

snapped me out of my thoughts.

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

me pain, treating me like I was crazy? So they could dismiss me again when I tried to tell

my jaw, forcing myself to take a

the moment I lifted my fork, my mother walked into the dining room, a tray in her hands, carrying a

an omega, but she was still my mother. She wasn't supposed to be waiting

voice filling the air. "Why is she the one serving? There are plenty of maids here." Silence

head and continuing to pour the water as if

wine in her glass as she smirked at me. "Oh, Olivia, don't forget where you come

silence from the triplets. Not one