Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 171

Chapter 171: The Photo

Olivia’s POV

"What’s in here?" I asked curiously, breaking the seal on the envelope.

Gabriel gave a small nod. "See for yourself."

His face remained unreadable, completely blank—giving nothing away.

I furrowed my brows and slowly pulled out the contents. It was a photo.

One glance, and I froze.

It was a picture of my father... with Sir Damon.

They were standing close, heads slightly bowed in conversation. It looked like the photo had been taken without their knowledge.

My heart raced.

This couldn’t be right.

"When... when was this taken?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Was it before my father was arrested? That was four years ago, but..."

My voice faded as I stared at the photo, my heart racing.

My father looked older in this photo. He had a well-groomed, full beard. His black hair was longer now, and there were a few grey strands that hadn’t been there before.

And Sir Damon—he looked exactly as he did now. Not four years younger.

"This... this doesn’t make sense," I whispered.

My hands shook as I looked up at Gabriel. "What is this? Where did it come from?"

Gabriel stepped closer, his confusion mirroring mine. "I had my spies search Anita’s father’s room. They found it hidden in one of his drawers."

My mouth opened, but no words came out at first.

This photo—it felt recent. Too recent.

But it couldn’t be.

My father was dead. Buried. Gone.

And yet, in this picture... he looked alive. Dressed neatly in a dark coat, posture strong, eyes alert. Not like someone who had been rotting in a grave.

My heart pounded against my ribs.

"What am I seeing?" I whispered, more to myself than to him.

Gabriel stepped closer, sharing my confusion. "I was also confused when I saw this photo."

I blinked slowly, trying to piece it all together. My throat tightened.

"But my father is dead," I said again, more firmly this time, as if saying it with enough certainty would make everything make sense.

"Was he buried?" he asked gently. "Do you know

shook my head slowly. "No... I know nothing." My voice cracked. "We weren’t allowed to see him. Not after the arrest. Not

corners

saw him. And now—this. This

still digging," Gabriel said softly. "We need to find out where he was

I could stop myself, the

he’s still

it was the first thing I felt. Deep in my chest,

didn’t laugh. He didn’t

me as if trying to feel

into it," he said. "I

wouldn’t he come back to me?" My voice cracked again. "Why

it could hold me together, but I was already falling apart.

I hated crying.

again. We were still naked, our skin kissed by the

seeing you cry," he said gently.

was low, almost a whisper—but it reached

blurred vision, and he was just there, looking at me like I

around his waist. I buried my face into his chest. His scent

held me. Carefully.

I

look into my eyes. His hand lifted to cup my cheek, brushing

gaze dropped to

And then—he kissed me.

heart skipped

didn’t

went blank, my body stiffening

like I

rushed.

was

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

what was happening, every ounce of

kissing me—a man who wasn’t one of

it felt so

it felt

lips moved hesitantly against

and

against mine, his hands firm on my waist, and the world

his breath, the gentle pressure of his lips—it

a thought slipped into my mind like a

The triplets.

They would feel this.

carry it straight to them—my breathlessness, the racing of my heart, the electric heat spreading

I should’ve pulled

But I didn’t.

felt when they fucked Anita

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