Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 235: A message

Lennox’s POV

"Lennox... son... wake up."

I felt a gentle tap on my arm, and my eyes slowly fluttered open. At first, everything was blurry, but then I saw her—an old woman sitting at the edge of my bed. I blinked hard, confused... until her face became clearer. My heart jumped.

"Great-grandmother?" I whispered, staring at her in shock.

A warm smile spread across her face, that same smile I had always remembered.

"Yes, it’s me, Nox," she said, using the nickname she always called me when I was little.

I wanted to smile back... but something didn’t feel right. She had died. I was only ten years old when we buried her. The last time I saw her was after her funeral—when I cried myself to sleep holding her scarf.

So why was I seeing her now?

Almost like she read my mind, she reached out and gently patted my hand.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart. This is a dream. Just a dream."

I let out a slow breath and nodded. Somehow, her touch still felt real.

"But... why are you here?" I asked quietly. "Why now?"

Her eyes softened. "Because you’re about to discover something," she said gently. "Something important."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice tense.

She looked down for a moment, then back at me. "Something is coming, Lennox. Something that will shake you and your brothers. It will hurt... it will break you for a while."

swallowed hard, dreading her next

softly. "It was meant to be. It’s part of your destiny. Everything you’re going to

frowned deeply. "What is it? Tell

find out tomorrow night. When

deep down, I knew I couldn’t force more from her. So instead, I looked

"If you were still here, maybe...

reached up and brushed my cheek with her thumb. "It was time for me to go, Nox.

eyes,

says hi," she added with a

A tear slipped down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away. I hadn’t heard his name

miss him too,"

gently. "But we’re always

"Be strong, Lennox. Take care of your brothers. And whatever

and just like that... she

wait," I called out, reaching for her. But she was already

And I woke up.

sat up, breathing hard. I looked at the time—3 a.m. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I pushed myself out of bed. My chest felt tight. I couldn’t sit still, not after

she mean? Something that would shake us? Something that would break

My great-grandmother hadn’t appeared to me since her funeral. I was just a boy then—mourning her in silence, hugging her scarf like it could bring her back. But now...

knew it, the dark sky outside had

but not silent. People were already moving around the

ached. I didn’t stop to respond to the greetings. My feet just moved on their

far. Just behind the eastern woods—built long ago for royal bloodlines. I walked past rows of familiar names. Uncles.

stone was elegant and simple, just like she had been. Right

noticed something else. A fresh grave. Already dug. The

Olivia Parker.