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.

me carefully, the tension in his jaw tightening. "Was he buried?" he asked gently. "Do you know where

I know nothing." My voice cracked. "We weren’t allowed to see him. Not after the arrest. Not

the corners of

been four long years since I last saw him. And now—this. This photo

need to find out where he was buried—or if

lips parted, and before I could

if he’s

I saw that photo, it was the

didn’t laugh. He didn’t even

at me as if trying to feel what

deeper into it," he

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

my chest like it could hold me together, but I was already falling apart. The tears came harder now, and I turned my face away in

I hated crying.

that I could feel his warmth again. We were still naked, our skin kissed

hate seeing you cry," he said gently.

low, almost a whisper—but it reached

up at him through blurred vision, and he was just there, looking

I moved into him—my arms wrapping around his waist. I buried my face into his chest. His

held me.

for a moment, I

he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. His hand lifted

dropped to

And then—he kissed me.

skipped a

I didn’t

body stiffening as his

like I imagined

wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t

soft. Careful. Like he was giving

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

what was

me—a man who wasn’t

felt

felt so

My lips moved hesitantly against his, my hands

deepened, and I

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

his lips—it was all

thought slipped into my mind

The triplets.

They would feel this.

them—my breathlessness, the racing of my heart, the electric heat spreading

for a second, I hesitated. I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve

But I didn’t.

this—feeling what I felt when they fucked Anita on our wedding night—lit something wild inside

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