Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 242

Chapter 242: A Letter

Lennox’s POV

God, I wanted to pull away.

I wanted to end this madness.

But I couldn’t.

The kiss... it felt so damn good.

Too good.

Her lips were soft, warm—nothing like Olivia’s, yet somehow they still made my heart clench the same way. I hated it. I hated how my pain found comfort in someone else. But I didn’t stop.

She didn’t either.

My hands slid to her waist before I could think, and she leaned into me like she belonged there. The way her fingers curled against my chest... the way she exhaled like she had been holding her breath for hours...

It should’ve felt wrong.

It was wrong.

But at that moment, I didn’t care.

Because kissing her made the screaming in my head go quiet.

Just for a second.

Just enough to breathe.

But when we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless, the silence between us was louder than anything I’d ever heard.

Her eyes met mine, filled with a thousand questions neither of us had the answer to.

I looked away first, stepping back like I’d just been burned. The cold air rushed between us, but it did nothing to cool the heat rising in my chest.

"I... I didn’t mean to do that," I said hoarsely, running a hand through my hair.

"I know," she whispered. "Me neither."

A pause.

Then her voice, quiet again. "But... did you regret it?"

I hesitated.

My heart screamed yes.

My lips stayed silent.

Because truthfully... I didn’t know.

Did I regret it?

Did I feel guilty?

Was this betrayal to Damien?

don’t know," I said

anything from you,

hold in the

I

and without

eyes... my mind replaying that kiss over and over. Damn it, why did

hell is happening to me? Minutes ago, I realized Olivia—the girl I’d loved my whole life—might be related to me,

door to the library creaked open, snapping me from my thoughts. I looked

the same worried,

didn’t say

Neither did I.

Just silence.

dripped heavier than

against the opposite wall, arms crossed,

"Our own parents... they forged those

Olivia..." Louis added quietly,

bitter laugh. "What the hell even

head. "It doesn’t make sense, man. None of it does. I keep going back and forth in my head. Trying to find

Levi muttered. "You saw

the back of my neck. "That’s what makes it

none of us spoke again. We were each stuck in our

muttered, "What if Olivia was

Levi and I

take it

his voice low and bitter, "we would’ve had to cut ties with her. Let go of everything we felt. Of everything

looked down. "Would

I swallowed hard.

My chest tightened.

I knew the answer.

eyes. "No," I said. "We wouldn’t have.

sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead.

admitted. My voice cracked near the end, and I hated it. Hated how broken I sounded. "Even when I tried to hate her... it didn’t work. Even after everything we did to her, all she had to do was look at me and I—"

silence again. This

Levi spoke, his voice

we finally accepting

I looked at him.

"What?"

eyes. "That

the air out of

of us responded

didn’t want

want to believe

she

down slowly in one of the wooden chairs, elbows on his knees, head

I clenched my fists.

don’t want

I. But what if this is

and all I could think of was the possibility that Olivia might

wouldn’t just

Not her.

his hands. "Who were her real parents? Why would they leave her with Parker? Why would Dad

years. If she was related to us, if they traced her bloodline all the way back to our great-grandmother, then

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