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."

my head. "I

between us, thick

rubbing a hand down his face. "This

Louis exchanged a look before Levi turned to the guards. "Take her back to her room. She's still

me. Brushing me off like I was

at them, my vision blurring with exhaustion and

at

fists as two guards stepped forward, ready to escort

I turned, my gaze landed on the head maid once more. She

then-just for a split

something

hit me like

was. She might not even be a maid. She might be an assassin dressed in a maid's clothes

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

to leave this place. If I don't, my dead

mother's face. Obviously, she knew I was right. Whoever

you, she said with a sigh, and I panicked. I knew I had to do something. I had to leave this place-somehow. I had

was better to be a rogue

Evilly, one of the mansion staff, came and announced that dinner was ready and that the Alphas demanded I

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

about her smirk-it reminded me that I had

too pleased with herself, as if she was enjoying my suffering. My wolf growled again, but

voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned

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

strength? So they could continue causing me pain, treating me like I was crazy? So they could

to take a bite, despite how little appetite I

dining room, a tray in her hands, carrying a jug

she serving? There were plenty of maids in the estate. My mother may have been an omega, but she was still my mother. She wasn't supposed to be waiting on

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

hesitated for a second before lowering her head and continuing to

she smirked at me. "Oh, Olivia, don't forget where you come from. Just because you married the Alphas doesn't mean your

enraged me even more was the silence from the triplets. Not one of them spoke up. Not one