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.

stopped in me when I saw

My photos—everywhere.

from the trees, candles flickering in soft circles. A large framed photo of me stood at the center of the altar, with

heads bowed, lips

there... just a few feet away, I saw

The triplets.

dressed in ceremonial white.

eyes told a

crossed tightly, jaw clenched like he was trying

his mouth, like if he

I stood there frozen.

love

take losing me for

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

couldn’t

weight of it all, watching people mourn me

swayed slightly on my

Then everything spun.

saw was Lennox’s face turning toward me—his

And then darkness.

my head and the cold feel of stone beneath my palms. My lashes fluttered

had stopped. Murmurs filled the air. Somewhere in the

low but sharp enough

throat was dry, my tongue stuck to

let out an exasperated sigh, brushing a stray 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 make her faint... It’s a thing—she can’t

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

there gawking," Damien snapped at whoever was

grip was strong, almost gentle, but there was no warmth in