Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 250: Speak To The Camera

Olivia’s POV

The splash of a bucket of water slammed me back to consciousness. For a moment, my vision swam, blurry shapes shifting until my eyes adjusted, and I realized two men were standing right in front of me. My eyes widened in fear as I looked around and saw I was in a dimly lit, empty room, tied tightly to a chair... my lips sealed shut.

I watched the two men, who seemed like guards, move aside and a man seated on a seat across from me came into view. I stared at him, confused. He wasn’t like the others. He looked to be in his early thirties. Clean-shaven, sharp suit, piercing gray eyes that never left mine. He leaned forward slowly, resting his elbows on his knees.

"You’re awake," he said simply, his voice calm. Too calm. I said nothing. I couldn’t—my mouth was taped shut.

He tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was some strange puzzle. "You look really pretty," he muttered. "No wonder Damien married you."

I flinched, not understanding what he meant. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"I’m going to remove the tape," he said. "Don’t scream. There’s no one here who’ll help you." He nodded at one of the guards. A second later, the tape was ripped off my lips.

I winced at the pain. I coughed a little, then whispered, "Who are you?"

The man chuckled softly. "Let’s just say... I’m one of Damien’s enemies...." I froze.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice weak. He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing.

"Just to use you... as bait. Damien steps down, and I send you back to him...

as everything dawned on me... this was the same

us?"

decided to release

Sofia had been sent back to Damien. That was Damien’s plan all along, and it had worked. Now I was the bait—and I

his coat slowly, never breaking eye contact with

to send to your husband. If he loves you as he claims, he’ll step

wasn’t bothered. He just turned to the guards. "Make sure she’s comfortable. Feed her. Keep her alive. She’s more useful

with that... he walked out, leaving only the chill of fear behind. I stared at the door as it slammed shut. The two tall men stood like statues in front of me... their eyes were blank,

there in silence, hours ticking by like years. The guards didn’t speak, didn’t move—they just stood there like shadows, breathing

I was tied in. My wrists burned, my shoulders were sore, and my stomach kept twisting from hunger and dread. But more than anything, it was my heart that hurt. Because somewhere deep inside... I already knew. Damien wasn’t coming for me. He wouldn’t. I was just a piece in his game. A bait. Not a

in my chest like a heavy stone, and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling quietly down my

know how long—and then the door opened again. It was him. The same man from earlier. He walked in casually, tossing his coat over the back of the chair like we were old friends. Then he pulled out a phone and handed it to one of the

recording," he said

phone and pointed it at me. The man walked up and crouched in front of me again, tilting his head up at

he said softly. "Look into the camera. Cry. Beg Damien to

stared straight into the camera, ignoring the burning in my throat, the sting in