Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 232

Chapter 232: Another Deal

Olivia POV

Inside the room I would be sharing with Alpha Damien, I went over and sat on the couch. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since I saw them. Lennox. Levi. Louis.

It took everything in me not to run into their arms, to scream that it was me—that I wasn’t dead. That their Olivia was standing right in front of them. That I was here.

Alive.

But I didn’t.

Maybe I was a coward.

Maybe I was just... too scared.

They looked broken. Shattered. The weight of my supposed death was clearly taking a toll on them, and it crushed me.

Across the room, Alpha Damien walked in and sat on the bed directly in front of me. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t look at him. I didn’t want to. I hated this man—hated him with every ounce of breath I had left.

And God help me, if someone handed me a knife right now, I wouldn’t hesitate to drive it straight into his chest.

"Impressive," he said casually. "What you did down there. Keep it up. We’ll be leaving soon."

I finally looked up at him, my eyes cold, blank—but full of hate.

He frowned. "Why are you acting like I’m the devil?" he muttered, clearly annoyed. "I practically saved your life. If it weren’t for me, your head would’ve been rolling on the floor."

I met his eyes without flinching. "You didn’t save my life, Damien," I said, voice steady. "You just gave me another kind of death."

His face darkened.

I expected him to lash out, but instead, he simply got to his feet and turned away, walking out without a single word.

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone.

And finally—I exhaled.

I clutched at my chest, the ache inside me growing deeper with each passing second. What was I doing? What was I still waiting for?

Tell them, my mind screamed.

to know. I couldn’t keep this

door. I have to tell them. I don’t care

my heart pounding, feet moving fast as

could go

at the end

Fiona and an obviously pregnant

smiled as they approached, and I quickly lowered my head, trying to compose

you are," Lady Fiona said warmly.

a smile that didn’t reach my

my would-be daughter-in-law, Anita," she continued proudly, motioning to Anita beside her. "She’s pregnant—with the

My heart stopped.

Would-be daughter-in-law?

kept smiling. "The men are still mourning Olivia right now, poor things. But once the funeral is done, they’ll need to move

felt like the floor had just vanished

me a small smile, rubbing her stomach gently, clearly pleased with herself. "Finally I will be officially theirs," she said

No.

This couldn’t be happening.

opened my mouth to say something—anything—but another voice

I now

me. His expression was unreadable, but his voice left no

I turned, helpless.

choice, I

led me back into the room and turned to face me, thrusting a phone into my hands. "Watch this," he

screen, I gasped. On the screen was Sofia. I knew it was she... She looked just like the photo—so much like me. But why was she tied to a chair, her lips

he said, his tone surprisingly calm for the kind of situation. "It came from one of the men running the title race.

him. "How did they find her? You’ve been

snapped, pacing in front of me. "I searched everywhere and found nothing. But they found her—so easily. And now they’re using her to get to me. They told me to step down or

dry. "Then step down, Damien!" I hissed. "For God’s sake, just step down

he spoke. "Of course, I considered that. But I’ve been in this game long enough to know men like that don’t stop. Even if I stepped down, they’d

he continued. "I’ve searched for her for years, Olivia. Years. And I never found her. Now suddenly, they find her so easily? It’s too calculated.

do you mean

care about Sofia. That I’m married now—that I love my wife."

mouth fell

or whatever the hell you want to be called now. They’re watching me—us. If

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