Fated To Not Just One, But Three

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, Lennox.

trying to hold in the

you," I

and without

that kiss over and

my head hard. "Stop it, Lennox... she’s your uncle’s wife," I breathed out with a broken sigh. What the hell is happening to me? Minutes ago, I realized Olivia—the girl I’d loved my whole life—might be related to me, and now I’ve kissed Rebecca, who’s

me from my thoughts.

both wore the same

say anything

Neither did I.

Just silence.

kind that dripped heavier than any words

against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his eyes distant.

muttered, pacing slowly. "Our own parents... they forged those letters. Lied to us.

added quietly,

bitter laugh. "What the hell even is our

of it does. I keep going back and forth in my head. Trying to find a hole in the story. Something that would prove they were lying. Something that would make

"You saw their faces. You heard their

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

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

and muttered, "What if Olivia

and I looked at him

didn’t take

she was alive," he continued, his voice low and bitter, "we would’ve had to

looked down. "Would

I swallowed hard.

My chest tightened.

the answer. We all

I

a hand to his

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

silence again. This

his

are we finally accepting

I looked at him.

"What?"

eyes.

words punched the

of us

didn’t want

to believe

if she

of the wooden chairs, elbows on

I clenched my fists.

want to," I

his expression grim. "Neither do I. But what

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

wouldn’t just die like

Not her.

keep thinking about it," Louis said suddenly, his voice muffled through his hands. "Who were her real parents? Why would they

more than they’re saying," Levi muttered. "They’ve known it for years. If she was related to us, if they traced her bloodline all the way back to our great-grandmother, then they must’ve found names.