Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 238: Deserve To Know.

Olivia’s POV

The moment Lennox took the handkerchief from me, I spun around and walked away before I did something reckless. Luckily, he didn’t call me back. I wasn’t sure what I would’ve done if he had.

I returned to my room, closed the door behind me, and let out a long, shaky breath. Dropping onto the bed, I pressed my palms to my face.

How much longer can I keep this up?

How much longer can I pretend to be someone else—someone I’m not?

Before I could gather my thoughts, the door creaked open. Damien stepped inside with a familiar scowl on his face.

"What you did at the table," he said sternly, "should never happen again."

I didn’t respond. I wasn’t in the mood to argue with him. I just stared past him at the wall.

He stood silently for a moment, then added, "You should get ready. We’re attending the first funeral ritual."

My head snapped toward him. "Hell no," I snapped, my voice sharp. "You expect me to stand there and watch while they perform a funeral service for me when I’m still alive?"

Damien’s eyes darkened with frustration. He stepped closer, towering over me. "You don’t have a choice," he said coldly. "You’re no longer Olivia. You’re Rebecca. And you’re my wife now. So act like one. You have ten minutes. Be downstairs."

He left before I could say another word.

Shaking, I forced myself up and went to the wardrobe. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a white gown.

I dressed quickly and made my way downstairs, my heart thudding in my chest. Damien was already waiting by the entrance. He didn’t speak, just gestured for me to follow him.

We walked through the corridor in silence, and then stepped out into the garden where the ceremony was being held.

in me when I saw

My photos—everywhere.

framed photo of me stood at the center of the altar, with a golden ribbon tied across

heads bowed, lips trembling. Some were

few feet

The triplets.

Louis, and Levi. All dressed in ceremonial white.

face was blank, but his eyes told a

arms crossed tightly, jaw clenched like he was trying to hold himself

if he opened it, the sob

I stood there frozen.

they ever love me

me for them to show

the first funeral ritual. Everyone lowered their heads, murmuring the

I couldn’t

felt like it was going cold. The weight of it all, watching people mourn me while I stood among

swayed slightly on my

Then everything spun.

thing I saw was Lennox’s face turning toward me—his

And then darkness.

the cold feel of stone beneath my palms. My lashes

Murmurs filled the air. Somewhere in the blur, I heard

his voice low but sharp enough to sting.

my throat was dry,

eyes. He looked over his shoulder at someone I couldn’t see. "She’ll

was normal—that none of this was me—but my lips wouldn’t move. I could feel eyes on

there gawking," Damien snapped at whoever was behind him. "Go back to the ritual. Show some

slid an arm under my knees and the other behind my back. His grip was strong, almost gentle, but there was no warmth in it. He