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.

he knew exactly

him. I kissed him back. Willingly. Almost

Why?

Why?

did I let that

onto.

wasn’t supposed

hard enough

angry I am... no matter how much they broke me... I still have feelings buried under all that pain. I hate that I do. I

And then there’s Gabriel.

twist in a good way—like butterflies flapping their wings inside me. Like maybe he could make me feel

But now there’s Damien.

who kissed me like

can never really be

game. A move in whatever plan he has to bring out the woman he really loves. His

fake relationship—it’s all part of that

kissing him like I want it

face again, groaning

is a mess," I whispered to no

to fall for

ask for

wanted peace. I just

door suddenly creaked open,

they saw me—my hair a mess, my cheeks probably flushed, and that black box still sitting unopened

Lolita asked

I muttered, rubbing my

exchanged a glance but didn’t press me. Instead, I

get dressed," I

word, they

dress inside. Her eyes widened, and

It was stunning.

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 the waist. Simple,

long second, and

you sure

whispered back. I have to

their help,

it into a soft, elegant updo with a few strands falling around my face. Lolita added a bit of makeup—just enough to make my eyes pop, and my

finally faced the mirror, I hardly recognized the

I looked... stunning.

I

both smiled, but I could see the worry

out of the room, my

quiet, but I could already hear the music and voices downstairs. The