Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 265: Love At First Sight?

Olivia’s POV

The moment he reached where I stood, the woman I had been speaking to instantly lowered her gaze and gave a graceful bow.

"Lord Frederick," she murmured with respect, before turning to me with a quick smile. "If you’ll excuse me, Lady Olivia."

Then she was gone.

Just like that, it was only the two of us.

I suddenly felt like all the air had been sucked from the room.

He stood right in front of me—tall, poised, and intimidating in the most effortless way possible. There was something about him... something commanding, like the kind of power that didn’t need to be announced. It was just there—pressing against your skin, making your breath catch without even trying.

His aura was suffocating.

Like he carried the weight of centuries in his silence.

But I forced myself to hold my ground. I lifted my chin and met his gaze directly, refusing to show weakness—even though every part of me was screaming to look away.

He said nothing.

And neither did I.

We just stared at each other.

Waiting.

Watching.

He was... breathtaking.

Silver hair framed his face in soft waves, catching the light like moonlit silk. His skin was pale, smooth, and flawless—like he was carved from marble. And his eyes...

Goddess, his eyes.

A deep, mesmerizing green—vibrant and ancient all at once. They weren’t just beautiful. They were haunting. Like they’d seen too much, known too much...

His face was striking. Sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that looked like they rarely smiled—but when they did, it probably made kingdoms fall.

He was beautiful in the kind of way that made you forget how to breathe.

Dangerous... yet almost impossibly perfect.

I didn’t understand why I was reacting this way.

I barely knew him.

felt like he could see through

And I hated that.

what felt like

a voice smooth and low—like velvet laced with steel.

forced a polite

mine as he reached for my hand—slowly, deliberately—as though

But I didn’t.

let him

mine, lifting my hand

flutter bloomed

the triplets. This was different. Subtle. Intriguing. Like

rushed, not lingering, but just long enough to make my breath

back, those haunting green eyes searched my face

another special one," he said softly. "It’s been quite some time since I last

catching me

great-grandmother, Hailee. She was remarkable.

I stared at him.

I asked, my voice barely

He nodded. "I did."

man was a few centuries old. For a moment, I’d forgotten. Everything about him felt too youthful, too effortlessly graceful to be anything

my great-grandmother like he had seen

studied me for a moment longer, then said, "I hope, Lady Olivia, that one of these days... I might have the honor of taking you out. For dinner,

lips parted in

I wasn’t

small bow of his head

of a smile on his lips—like he already knew I’d be thinking about this

Goddess help me... he was

couldn’t tear my eyes off him... I kept watching him as

first sight?" I flinched when I heard a woman’s voice behind me. I turned to see a brown-skinned young lady smiling warmly at me. "There’s nothing to be ashamed of... we all fall for him

you must be mistaken," I said quickly, trying to sound firm—but even to my

not," she replied, her voice light, almost playful. "It’s

thrown off, and studied her more

Her hair was pulled back in a sleek braid, and she wore a soft lilac gown that shimmered when she moved.

to steer the conversation away from Lord Frederick and the strange chaos he’d left

she offered with a small curtsy. "I’m from the Southern Crescent Court. My mother’s a Seer... which

Great.

what I needed—a girl who could read through

said calmly, "I wasn’t falling.

Frederick doesn’t show interest in

my cheeks were getting.

the women," she said with a little wink. "But yes. He’s charming. Mysterious. Dangerous. And ancient enough to have stories that could

he’d vanished into the crowd, but he

felt him—like a lingering presence in the air, brushing