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.

as bait. Damien steps down, and I send you back

dawned on me... this was the same man who

both of us?" I asked, panicking... strangely, I wanted to meet

she is not important to Damien, I decided to release her back to him and take you instead," he said

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

stood up, buttoning his coat slowly, never breaking eye contact

to send to your husband. If he loves you as he claims, he’ll step down. If he refuses..." He paused, letting the silence settle like a

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

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

years. The guards didn’t speak, didn’t move—they just stood there

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 person worth saving. He had Sofia now. The one he truly loved. The one he thought he lost. And now that she was back, I was...

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

from earlier. He walked in casually, tossing his coat over the back of the chair like we were old

recording," he

it at me. The man walked up and crouched in front of me again, tilting his head up at me. Up close, I noticed how handsome he was—how that

Damien to save you. Plead for your life. Show him

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