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.

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

weren’t allowed to see him. Not after

corners of my

years since I last saw

men are still digging," Gabriel said softly. "We need to find out where he was buried—or if he was ever

before I could stop myself, the question spilled

he’s still

the second I saw that photo, it was the first thing I felt. Deep

didn’t laugh. He didn’t even look

as if trying

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

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

hold me together, but I was already falling apart. The

I hated crying.

stepped closer—close enough that I could feel his warmth again. We were still

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

a whisper—but it reached deep

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

arms wrapping around his waist. I buried my face into his chest. His scent surrounded me,

me.

I didn’t feel

he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. His hand lifted to cup my cheek, brushing away a

dropped to

And then—he kissed me.

heart skipped a

didn’t

body stiffening as

wasn’t like I

rushed.

he was giving me a chance

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

what was happening, every ounce

who wasn’t

it felt

it felt so

hesitantly against his, my hands gripping his

deepened, and I

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

breath, the gentle pressure of his lips—it

my mind

The triplets.

They would feel this.

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

a second, I hesitated. I should’ve pulled

But I didn’t.

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

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