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.

at me carefully, the tension in his jaw tightening. "Was he buried?" he asked gently.

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

stung the corners of my

I last saw him.

find out

before I could stop myself, the

if he’s still

I saw that photo, it was the first thing I felt. Deep in my chest, beneath the pain

laugh. He didn’t

stared at me as if trying to

look deeper into it," he said. "I swear I

cheeks. "But if he’s alive... why wouldn’t he come

together, but I was already falling apart.

I hated crying.

warmth again. We were still naked, our skin kissed by the fading sunlight and the

hate seeing you cry," he said gently. "You don’t

voice was low, almost a whisper—but it reached deep

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

was doing, I moved into him—my arms wrapping around his waist. I buried my face into his

held me.

a moment, I didn’t feel

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

gaze dropped to my

And then—he kissed me.

skipped a

didn’t pull

mind went blank, my body stiffening as his

like I imagined

wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t

Like he was giving me

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

what was happening,

kissing me—a man who wasn’t one of

felt

felt so

moved hesitantly against his, my hands gripping his

and I

mine, his hands firm on my waist, and the world melted away in the heat of

breath, the gentle pressure of his lips—it was all

suddenly, a thought slipped into my mind

The triplets.

They would feel this.

to them—my breathlessness, the racing of my heart, the electric

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

But I didn’t.

thought of them feeling this—feeling what I felt when they fucked Anita on our

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