Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 161: Damien Wasn’t Joking

Louis’ POV

A suffocating silence filled the room. None of us spoke. None of us even looked at each other. The air was heavy with guilt and pain—so thick it was hard to breathe.

Levi stood by the wall, both palms pressed flat against it, his head hung low like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. He looked like a man torn between two impossible choices.

I turned my eyes to Lennox. He was at the window, arms folded tightly across his chest, his back turned to me. From the way his shoulders were stiff, I knew he was holding everything in—his anger, his pain, his shame.

We didn’t need words to understand each other. Whatever they were feeling... I was feeling too. The regret. The confusion. The ache that came with losing her.

But we couldn’t keep standing here like this forever.

Someone had to speak. And since they wouldn’t, I did.

"I didn’t know you guys sent her a confession letter too," I said quietly, breaking the silence.

Levi slowly raised his head, but didn’t turn.

Lennox didn’t even move.

"I thought I was the only one," I continued. "I thought I was being smart. I saw how you both looked at her. I knew Lennox liked her... he always lit up when she was around. And Levi... you practically worshipped the ground she walked on."

My voice cracked, just a little.

to her without telling

laughed bitterly and shook my head. "But fate played us all, didn’t it? Because none of us knew... none of us had any idea... that we all sent our letters to her on the

my head as regret filled my entire being. "And when I got that forged reply, I was pained. Those words in that letter almost made me hate you two," I

loved them

out with them, but Lennox and Levi refused to say anything? I racked my brain... trying to think of reasons

made me want to compete with you both... but after much thought, I realized it wasn’t worth it. You’re my brothers, and it wasn’t your fault if Olivia wanted you two and not me..." He paused, sighed, and shook his head. " That letter... it felt off. Why didn’t I notice it? Why didn’t I take a critical look at it?" Lennox spat in regret and kicked

left Levi’s lips as he continued to face the wall. "When I first got the letter, I refused to believe it was our sweet, loving Olivia who said such

glossy, filled with everything he had held in for so

he said slowly. "Trying to convince myself that maybe... maybe I misunderstood. Because the words were so cruel. Hurtful. Not like

down, burying his face in his hands. "What made me believe it was the handwriting... it was exactly hers. I had to pick

morning sun casting long shadows across his face. "I think we were all broken in our own way after those letters. I kept asking myself... why her? Why would she hurt me like that?" He turned his head slightly, just enough to look at us over his shoulder. "And the worst part? I

edge of the table, my heart aching. "Same. I let one stupid letter end everything I felt for her. I didn’t

a lot in our hands. First, we need to find out who forged those letters. Second—Uncle Damien... I just hope he was joking. He can’t be serious with his claim over

is serious, Levi... I can see it in his eyes... he wants

chair. "No. You’re wrong. Uncle Damien loved Sofia. He

face hard. "You’re still blinded by who you think he is, Levi. But I saw it. I saw the

said, stepping forward. "Sofia was the love

kindness, the same spark, the same spirit. Damien doesn’t just see Olivia—he sees Sofia in

that! Don’t you dare compare them like that. Uncle Damien would never cross that line—he’s our uncle, for

claiming her," Lennox shot back, his voice rising. "You think that’s something a normal uncle does? He looked our father in the eye and said he wanted her for

was probably joking! You

joke. He wants her. And if we don’t do something, he’s going to take her—just