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

My photos—everywhere.

circles. A large framed photo of me stood at the center of the altar, with a golden ribbon tied

was gathered—dressed in white, heads bowed,

there... just a few feet

The triplets.

Levi. All dressed in ceremonial white.

his eyes told a different story. Red,

clenched like

his mouth, like if he opened it, the sob

I stood there frozen.

ever love me like

take losing me for

to chant, starting the first funeral ritual. Everyone lowered their heads,

couldn’t join

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

slightly on my

Then everything spun.

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

And then darkness.

woke up to a dull ache in my head and the cold feel of stone beneath my palms. My lashes fluttered as I

Somewhere in the blur,

muttered, his voice low but sharp enough to sting. "But you insisted,

but my throat was dry, my tongue stuck to the roof

lock of hair from my face. "Relax, Darling," he said, faking a concern that didn’t reach his eyes. He looked over his shoulder at someone I couldn’t see. "She’ll be fine. She always does this. Ever since she lost her parents, funerals

lying, to scream at him that none of this was normal—that none of this was

gawking," Damien snapped at whoever was behind

back. His grip was strong, almost gentle, but there