Fated To Not Just One, But Three

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

the key

It clicked.

door

neatly stacked, were several folders and documents. I reached for the first file, and it

Parker Melford.

This was it.

rise—but I didn't

safe, pushing the books back exactly

to freeze in place as I

My heart jumped.

lifted the hem of my oversized shirt and quickly tucked the file underneath it, securing it against my stomach. The key

holding a tray of breakfast

paused at the door, holding the tray

tugged at

my breathing calm, forcing a small nod even as my

the tray slightly. "I figured you might be hungry… so I

eyebrows lifting in surprise. "You… made

know it's not perfect

mouth parted slightly. I couldn't help the quiet shock in my voice. "Did you ever do this for your wife?" I asked,

His smile faltered. "No."

I frowned. "Why not?"

jaw tightening. "Things

Complicated?

scoffed softly, shaking my head. "So she never got breakfast, but I do? Is that

right away—just stood there, eyes dropping to the tray in

twisted in my chest, but I hardened my

have this," I said, backing

"Olivia—"

breakfast—your own wife—but you're making breakfast for another man's wife now? That's

he had words but

return back to my room, and please, I want to talk

to look back. The file was still tucked under my shirt,

the door, stepped out, and closed it behind me. As soon as I was out, I released a

the door and exhaled in relief. I quickly sat on the bed and opened the file of my

I opened the worn file on my lap. Papers, notes, and official reports spilled

was a

– Accused

My breath hitched.

father was accused of not just stealing—but of betraying