Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 127

Chapter 127: The File

Olivia's POV

My eyes fluttered open to the soft glow of sunlight spilling through the curtains.

For a moment, I didn't move—just stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, my heart still heavy with the memory of the night before. Then I blinked, confused.

Something felt different.

No warmth behind me.

No strong arm around my waist.

No calloused hand on my—

My eyes widened, and I bolted upright. Shit! I had fallen asleep. Fuck!

I turned around. Lennox was gone, but his scent still clung to the sheets. It was obvious he had just woken up—not long ago.

I threw the blanket off and sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing my face with trembling hands. This wasn't what I came here for. I didn't come here to feel like this—to be touched like that. To want more.

I was here for a reason. A mission.

My father.

The safe.

The file.

Quickly, I got down from the bed and set out to do my task, not even caring where Lennox had gone.

I crouched beside the small cabinet, reaching for the third drawer on the left.

It was right where I remembered.

Quietly, I pulled it open and reached behind it, fingers searching blindly until I felt cold metal brush my skin.

The key.

I pulled it out slowly, turning back toward the far corner of the room where the safe was built into the wall, hidden behind a row of old books.

One by one, I slid the books aside and revealed the small steel door.

My hands were trembling now—not just from fear of being caught, but from fear of not finding anything at all.

it be here," I whispered a

slid the key

It clicked.

door

stacked, were several folders and documents. I reached for the first file, and it was labeled with

Parker Melford.

This was it.

I didn't have time

it out and carefully closed the safe, pushing

in my hand, I turned—only to freeze in place as I heard the door

My heart jumped.

hem of my oversized shirt and quickly tucked the file

stepped in, holding a tray of

paused at the door, holding

smile tugged at

my breathing calm, forcing a small nod even as my

lifted the tray slightly. "I figured you might be

stared at him, eyebrows lifting in surprise. "You… made it

shyly. "Yeah. I know it's not perfect but…

voice. "Did you ever do this for your wife?" I asked, already knowing

His smile faltered. "No."

I frowned. "Why not?"

looked away for a second, jaw

Complicated?

got breakfast, but I do?

eyes dropping to the tray in his hands like he regretted

in my chest, but I hardened

have this," I

"Olivia—"

"You didn't make her breakfast—your own wife—but you're making breakfast for another man's wife now? That's not

explain, like he had words but didn't know how to say them. I didn't give him

to my room, and please, I want to talk to Gabriel—my

file was still tucked under my shirt, the

behind me. As soon as I was out, I released a soft breath and hurried to my room, praying Lennox

I quickly sat on the bed and opened the file

hands trembled as I opened the worn file on my lap. Papers, notes, and

page was a

Melford – Accused

My breath hitched.

contents quickly. My father was accused of not just stealing—but of betraying

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