Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 192

Chapter 192: Change Of Plan

Olivia’s POV

"Who sent it?" I asked, staring at the white envelope in Lolita’s hand.

My name—Olivia Parker—was written in bold, dark letters on the front.

"I have no idea," she replied. "The guards at the gate said a courier brought it. Didn’t say who sent it."

I frowned, turning the envelope over in my hands.

Who would send me something like this? And why now?

But I didn’t waste time guessing. My fingers moved quickly, tearing it open.

Inside was a single piece of paper.

No design. No signature. No return address.

Just one sentence written in red ink across the center:

"Meet me tonight at 10 p.m. on the mansion rooftop."

My frown deepened.

Lolita caught the change in my expression. "What is it?" she asked, stepping closer.

I slowly turned the paper around and showed her.

Her brow furrowed. "What the hell...?"

I stared at the note again, unease crawling under my skin.

No name. No hint. No explanation.

Just that strange, silent summons.

Meet me on the rooftop?

Who? Why?

"Ignore it," my wolf muttered.

I wanted to agree with her.

But the more I looked at that letter... the more curious I became.

to

didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t want to—but because I

folded the paper neatly and slid

to take a nap,"

I needed space. "Call me

closing the door

I sighed deeply.

kicking off my shoes, I climbed into bed and pulled the

found myself staring at the envelope resting

mind calmed down.

how long

me from the darkness. A sound. A

open, adjusting to the dim lighting

I felt

sat up slowly,

I turned toward the far

stood by the window, his arms crossed, his eyes already on

My heart jumped.

fear—but because I

have you been standing there?" I asked, my voice still groggy

answer right

he said finally, his voice

in a gray suit that hugged his broad shoulders

God.

someone look that good doing absolutely

white shirt, and his sleeves were rolled slightly, like he was just starting

He wasn’t just handsome.

ridiculously hot—especially for a man

asked, his lips

blinked, realizing I’d been staring and

gawking," I muttered, even though I

left his lips. He stepped forward and set a sleek black box

asked,

"My birthday

I blinked again.

see the

thought I was just your date for the night!" I

little," he said with a smirk

needed to be

Damien didn’t move.

expression—even as

I repeated, my voice sharper now. "You don’t just spring something like that on me.

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