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.

let it be here,"

the

It clicked.

door creaked

for the first file,

Parker Melford.

This was it.

threatened to rise—but I didn't

safe, pushing the books back exactly the

hand, I turned—only to

My heart jumped.

rush, I lifted the hem of my oversized shirt and quickly tucked the file underneath it, securing it against

then the door opened—Lennox stepped in, holding a tray of breakfast

paused at the door, holding the tray

at his lips.

breathing calm, forcing a small

took a step inside and lifted the tray slightly. "I figured you

eyebrows lifting in surprise.

"Yeah. I know it's not

voice. "Did you ever do this for your wife?" I asked, already knowing the answer, but I just wanted to hear it

His smile faltered. "No."

I frowned. "Why not?"

for a second, jaw tightening.

Complicated?

shaking my head. "So she never got

stood there, eyes dropping to the tray in his hands like he

twisted in my chest, but I hardened

this," I said, backing

"Olivia—"

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

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

I want to talk to Gabriel—my husband," I muttered.

back. The file was still tucked under my shirt, the

I was out, I released a soft breath

I quickly sat on the bed and opened the file

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

was a

Accused of

My breath hitched.

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

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