Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 140: His Letter

Chapter 140: His Letter

Olivia's POV

Lennox led me to his room. He pushed the door open and stepped aside, letting me go in first. I was nervous. My steps were slow and unsure. I had no idea what he was about to show me, but I could feel it was going to be something

I turned just in time to see him walk in after me and close the door gently behind us.

He didn't say a word. He didn't even look at me. He just walked across the room, not to the usual safe—the one where he kept my father's papers—but to a different part of the room. He stopped in front of a painting on the wall and slid it aside, revealing another safe hidden behind it.

This safe looked newer. More private.

He typed in a code, his fingers moving with practiced ease. I heard the low beep, then the mechanical click as the safe unlocked.

He opened it, and after a moment of stillness, he reached inside and pulled out a thick, sealed envelope. It looked old. Handled. Important. He stared at it for a second too long, as if whatever it contained was too heavy to hand over.

Then, silently, he turned around and extended it toward me.

My breath caught.

"Take it," he said, his voice low.

I hesitated before walking closer. When I was finally close enough, I reached out and took the envelope from his hand, brushing my fingers against his.

"What's inside?" I asked in a small voice.

Lennox sighed. "I never wanted anyone to see it," he said in a low voice, but I could feel his pain… I could feel the hurt in his voice.

"I don't know why I'm showing this to you," he said, and I swallowed hard. What could really be inside here? What did I really do without knowing? Did I hurt him and his brothers without knowing? At that moment, I searched my memory, but I can't remember doing anything to amount to such level of hate for me.

trying my best not to come out of my act. I still remember that I have to pretend

a hard expression. "Proof," he said. "Of what happened. Of what

looked down at the envelope in my hand. It felt

he said

I started to

went missing after my fourteenth birthday… I searched everywhere, but it vanished. So how did Lennox

her eleventh birthday, but she returned it to me," he said, and my eyes widened. What does he mean that I returned it

say it to him, but I held back

item in the envelope. With shaky fingers, I reached into the envelope again, still holding the necklace in my other hand. My heart beat faster, like it already

kept, like something precious. My eyes flicked up to Lennox, and for the first time since I opened the envelope, I

said softly, almost like

and slowly opened it. The

first words nearly knocked the air out of

HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY, OLI.

WOULD STAY IN MY PLACE. THAT I'D JUST BE THE PROTECTIVE OLDER BROTHER FIGURE I PROMISED MYSELF I'D BE THE DAY I FIRST HELD YOU AS A

FAILED MISERABLY AT

EVEN KNOW WHEN IT HAPPENED—WHEN YOU STOPPED BEING THE GIRL I PROTECTED AND BECAME THE GIRL I WATCHED FROM A DISTANCE, TERRIFIED OF WHAT I FELT. I FOUGHT IT. SPIRITS, I FOUGHT IT HARDER THAN I'VE EVER FOUGHT ANYTHING. I'VE ALWAYS SHARED EVERYTHING WITH MY BROTHERS—OUR VICTORIES, OUR PAIN, OUR RESPONSIBILITIES. BUT WITH YOU…

I HATED HOW SMALL I FELT WHEN YOU GAVE THEM YOUR ATTENTION LIKE IT DIDN'T COST YOU A THING—BECAUSE FOR

TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU. BUT I

THIS IS TOO MUCH. YOU'RE JUST FOURTEEN. YOU PROBABLY DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING.

BACK. YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY MUCH.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OLIVIA.

TODAY, YOU FELT

BECAUSE YOU ARE.

—LENNOX

I read it again.

And again.