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.

in his gaze, it felt like he could see through every wall I’d ever

And I hated that.

felt like

he said in a voice smooth and low—like velvet laced with steel. It held no arrogance, yet it commanded

polite

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

But I didn’t.

let him take

curled gently around mine, lifting my hand

flutter bloomed in my

felt with the triplets. This was different. Subtle. Intriguing.

not lingering, but just long enough to make my breath

those haunting green eyes searched my

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

his words catching me

She was remarkable. Strong. Fearless.

I stared at him.

I asked, my voice barely above a

He nodded. "I did."

just like that, the room felt smaller again. I had to remind myself—this man was a few centuries old.

about my great-grandmother like he had

said, "I hope, Lady Olivia, that one of these days...

parted

I wasn’t even sure

could answer, he gave a small bow of his

a smile on his lips—like he already knew I’d be

Goddess help me...

my eyes off him... I kept watching him as he

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

mistaken," I said quickly, trying to sound firm—but even to my own ears, the words lacked

widened. "I’m not," she replied, her voice

off,

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

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

the Southern Crescent Court. My mother’s a Seer... which

Great.

I needed—a girl who could read through me like

said calmly, "I wasn’t falling. I was just... surprised. That’s

"He has that effect. Lord Frederick doesn’t

to hide how warm my cheeks were getting. "And do all the women

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

the spot where he’d vanished into the

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