Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 193: Announcement

Olivia’s POV

His lips moved slowly against mine.

Warm. Gentle.

Like he knew exactly what he was doing—and exactly how I’d react.

At first, I froze—too stunned to move. But then... I melted into it.

My fingers curled around the front of his suit jacket as something stirred inside me. Something forbidden. Something I didn’t want to feel—but couldn’t stop either.

I kissed him back.

Softly at first, then deeper—like I’d forgotten how to breathe without him.

The world faded. The pain, the confusion, even the triple bond pulling at my heart... it all disappeared.

There was only this.

Only him.

But I got back to my senses, and pulled away—breathless, dazed, and confused all over again.

My chest rose and fell quickly. My lips still tingled.

Damien looked down at me with a smirk—completely unbothered by what had just happened.

"Well," he said casually, "clearly someone needs a kissing tutorial."

I blinked at him, my brain still trying to catch up.

He leaned down and whispered, "We’ll work on that later."

Then he straightened up and smoothed his suit like he hadn’t just knocked the air out of my lungs.

"I’ll be downstairs," he added, turning toward the door. "Don’t keep me waiting too long. My girlfriend’s entrance is the most important part of the night."

Before I could speak, he gave me one last look over his shoulder—a smug smile still on his face—

And walked out, leaving me speechless, stunned... and very, very confused about how I suddenly felt.

The moment the door clicked shut, I let out a shaky breath and sat back on the edge of the bed.

What the hell is wrong with me?

My fingers touched my lips. I could still feel his lips on mine.

calm but powerful, like he knew exactly how to pull me apart without even

him. I kissed

Why?

Why?

hell did I let that

onto. I buried my

supposed

already hard enough

I still have feelings buried under all that pain. I hate that I do. I

And then there’s Gabriel.

about him makes my stomach twist in a good way—like butterflies flapping their wings inside me. Like maybe he could make

But now there’s Damien.

who kissed me like he

can never

a piece in his game. A move in whatever plan he has to bring out the

fake relationship—it’s all part of that

here I am... kissing him like I want it to be

covered my face again,

I whispered

want to fall

didn’t ask

just wanted to feel

suddenly creaked open, and I

stepped inside. Both of them paused when they saw me—my hair a mess, my cheeks probably flushed, and that black box still sitting

okay?" Lolita asked

I muttered, rubbing

glance but didn’t press me. Instead, I pointed

have to get dressed," I

a word, they

box and pulled out the dress inside. Her eyes widened, and even Nora let

It was stunning.

deep red dress made of soft silk that shines in the light. The fabric looked like it was made to kiss skin, hugging the curves without showing too much. The neckline dipped slightly—elegant, not too bold—but just enough to catch attention. The back was open, dipping low with crisscrossing straps that tied behind

it for a long second, and then

you sure about

I whispered back. I have

help, I

updo with a few strands falling around my face. Lolita added a bit of makeup—just enough to make

faced the mirror, I hardly

I looked... stunning.

I

both smiled, but I could see the worry still lingering in

room, my heart thudded hard in

hallway was quiet, but I could already hear the music and voices downstairs. The party was in full