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.

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

And I hated that.

felt

and low—like velvet laced with steel. It held no arrogance,

polite smile. "Lord

left mine as he reached for my hand—slowly, deliberately—as though giving me a chance to pull

But I didn’t.

let him take

cool fingers curled gently around mine, lifting my hand to

flutter bloomed in my

bond I felt with the triplets. This was different. Subtle.

not lingering, but just long

back, those haunting green eyes searched my

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

his words catching me

great-grandmother, Hailee. She

I stared at him.

asked, my voice barely above

He nodded. "I did."

myself—this man was a few centuries old. For a moment, I’d forgotten. Everything about him felt

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

hope, Lady Olivia, that one

lips parted

say. I wasn’t even sure

his head and added, "Of course... only if and when you wish

he already knew I’d be thinking about

help me... he was

I kept watching

I turned to see a brown-skinned young lady smiling warmly at me. "There’s nothing to be

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

voice light, almost playful. "It’s written all over your

off, and

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

I said, trying to steer the conversation away from Lord Frederick and the strange chaos he’d

with a small curtsy. "I’m from the Southern Crescent

Great.

I needed—a girl who could read through me

I said calmly, "I wasn’t falling. I

that effect. Lord Frederick doesn’t show

crossed my arms, trying to hide how warm my cheeks were getting. "And do all the women

just the women," she said with a little wink. "But yes. He’s charming. Mysterious. Dangerous. And ancient enough

he’d vanished into the crowd, but

lingering