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.

his gaze, it felt like he could

And I hated that.

felt like forever,

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

polite smile.

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

But I didn’t.

let him

my hand

strange flutter bloomed in

like the overwhelming pull of the mate bond I felt with the triplets. This

of my hand—not rushed, not lingering, but just long enough to

haunting green eyes searched my face

I got to meet another special one," he said softly. "It’s been

his words catching me

faintly. "Your great-grandmother, Hailee. She was remarkable.

I stared at him.

my voice barely above a

He nodded. "I did."

room felt smaller again. I had to remind myself—this man was a few centuries old. For a moment, I’d forgotten. Everything about him felt too

he was, talking about my great-grandmother like he had seen her

for a moment longer, then said, "I hope, Lady Olivia, that one of these days... I

lips parted

sure what to say. I wasn’t even

bow of his head

he stepped back, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips—like he already knew

me... he

I kept watching

flinched when I heard a woman’s voice behind me. I turned to see a brown-skinned young lady smiling

quickly, trying to sound firm—but even to my own ears, the words

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

thrown off, and studied

was pulled

trying 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 means

Great.

girl who could read

Nina," I said calmly, "I wasn’t falling.

not convinced. "He has that effect. Lord Frederick

my cheeks

Dangerous. And ancient enough to have stories that could fill a hundred libraries. That kind of aura?

vanished into the crowd, but he

yet I still felt him—like a lingering