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.

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

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

down at the envelope

it," he said

fingers, I started to

This necklace went missing after my fourteenth birthday… I searched everywhere, but it vanished. So how did Lennox end up with

gold necklace in my hand. "It was a gift I gave to her on her eleventh birthday, but she returned it to me," he said, and my

it to him, but I held

curious and eager, I went for the next 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 knew

paper—slightly yellowed, carefully kept, like something precious. My eyes flicked up to Lennox, and for the first time since I opened the envelope, I saw something shift in his expression. He drew in a slow, deep breath. His

her," he said

at the paper and slowly opened it. The handwriting was undoubtedly

knocked the air out of my

HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY, OLI.

MYSELF I WOULDN'T WRITE THIS. THAT I WOULD STAY IN MY PLACE. THAT I'D JUST BE THE PROTECTIVE OLDER BROTHER FIGURE I PROMISED

MISERABLY AT STAYING IN

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

HATED HOW MY CHEST BURNED WHEN YOU SMILED AT THEM LONGER THAN YOU SMILED AT ME. I HATED HOW JEALOUS I GOT WHEN THEY MADE YOU LAUGH. I HATED HOW SMALL I FELT WHEN YOU GAVE THEM YOUR ATTENTION LIKE IT DIDN'T COST YOU A THING—BECAUSE FOR ME, EVEN A SECOND

WANT TO FALL IN LOVE WITH

DON'T EXPECT ANYTHING IN RETURN. I KNOW I'M OLDER. I KNOW THIS IS TOO MUCH. YOU'RE JUST FOURTEEN. YOU PROBABLY DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING. BUT THIS IS JUST ME BEING

BACK. YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY MUCH. JUST

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OLIVIA.

TODAY, YOU

BECAUSE YOU ARE.

—LENNOX

I read it again.

And again.