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.

knew exactly how to pull me apart without even

kissed

Why?

Why?

did I let that

too fast to hold onto. I buried my face in

supposed

enough dealing with the

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

And then there’s Gabriel.

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

But now there’s Damien.

man who kissed me like he meant every

who... can never really be

just a piece in his game. A move in whatever

all part of that

I am... kissing him

face again, groaning

mess," I whispered

fall

ask for

I just wanted to

creaked open, and I

inside. Both of them paused when they saw me—my hair a mess, my cheeks

Lolita

I muttered, rubbing my

glance but didn’t press me. Instead, I

to get dressed," I said, forcing

word, they

inside. Her

It was stunning.

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 the waist. Simple, classy,

long second, and then my

you sure

back. I have to

their help, I got

a few strands falling around my face. Lolita added a bit of makeup—just

I finally faced the mirror, I hardly

I looked... stunning.

I

could see

room, my heart thudded hard in my

could already hear the music and voices downstairs. The