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,"

understand. I don’t expect anything from you, Lennox. I just... I saw you breaking, and I wanted

hold in the chaos surging

I

nodded, and without

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

happening to me? Minutes ago, I realized

from my thoughts. I looked up to

both wore the

say anything at

Neither did I.

Just silence.

dripped heavier

wall, arms crossed, his

"Our own parents... they forged those letters.

Olivia..." Louis added quietly, "might

"What the hell even is

doesn’t make sense, man. None 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 this all a sick

"You saw

the back of my

spoke again. We were

Louis exhaled sharply and muttered, "What if Olivia

I looked at

take

had to cut ties with her. Let go of everything we felt.

looked down.

I swallowed hard.

My chest tightened.

I knew the answer. We all

in the eyes. "No," I said. "We wouldn’t

pressing a hand to

and I still wouldn’t have been able to let her go," I admitted. My voice cracked near the end, and I hated it. Hated how broken I sounded. "Even when I tried

again.

spoke, his voice quiet, almost

we finally accepting it

I looked at him.

"What?"

my eyes. "That

punched the

us

didn’t want

to

what if she

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

I clenched my fists.

want to," I

grim. "Neither do I. But what if

of was the possibility

wouldn’t just die

Not her.

her real parents? Why would they

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

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