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.

here," I whispered a silent

the key

It clicked.

the door creaked

neatly stacked, were several folders and documents. I reached for

Parker Melford.

This was it.

rise—but I

pulled it out and carefully closed the safe, pushing the books back exactly the way

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

My heart jumped.

of my oversized shirt and quickly tucked the file underneath it, securing

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

door, holding the tray

soft smile tugged at his

calm, forcing a small

a step inside and lifted the tray slightly.

eyebrows lifting

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

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

His smile faltered. "No."

I frowned. "Why not?"

a second, jaw tightening. "Things were…

Complicated?

my head. "So she never got breakfast, but

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

twisted in my chest, but I

have this,"

"Olivia—"

I cut him off sharply. "You didn't make her breakfast—your own wife—but you're making

he wanted to explain, like he had words but didn't know how

to return back to my room, and please, I want to talk to Gabriel—my husband," I muttered. "Excuse

file was still tucked under my shirt, the key still

as I was out, I released

and exhaled in relief. I quickly sat

hands trembled as I opened the worn file on my lap.

first page was

Accused

My breath hitched.

contents quickly. My father was accused

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