Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 250

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.

down, and I send you back to him... if he doesn’t, then I

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

is Sofia? Are you holding the both of us?" I asked, panicking... strangely, I

she is not important to Damien, I decided to release her back to him

That was Damien’s plan all along, and it had worked. Now I was the bait—and I knew, deep down, Damien would

buttoning his coat slowly, never breaking eye contact with

he’ll step down. If he refuses..." He paused, letting

me, but he wasn’t bothered. He just turned to the guards. "Make

The two tall men stood like statues in front of me... their

hours ticking by like years. The guards didn’t speak, didn’t move—they just stood

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 person worth saving.

couldn’t stop the tears from falling quietly down my cheeks. I didn’t sob. I didn’t scream. I just... cried in

in casually, tossing his coat over the back of the chair like we were old friends. Then he pulled out a phone and handed

recording," he

crouched in front of me again, tilting his head up at me. Up close, I

the camera. Cry. Beg Damien to save you. Plead for your life. Show

Then slowly, I turned to face the camera. But I didn’t cry. And I didn’t beg. I stared straight into the camera, ignoring the burning in my throat, the sting in my eyes. My heart was racing, but my voice

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