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.

it felt like he could see through

And I hated that.

felt like forever,

in a voice smooth and low—like velvet laced with

forced a polite

reached for my hand—slowly, deliberately—as though

But I didn’t.

let him

fingers curled gently around mine, lifting my hand to his lips.

flutter bloomed in my

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

not lingering,

he pulled back, those haunting

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

blinked, his words catching me

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

I stared at him.

I asked, my voice barely above a

He nodded. "I did."

like that, the 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 youthful, too effortlessly graceful to

talking about my great-grandmother like he

hope, Lady Olivia, that one of these days... I might

lips parted in

sure what to say. I wasn’t even

I could answer, he gave a small bow of his head and added, "Of

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

help me... he

him... I

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,

voice light, almost playful.

completely thrown off, and studied

skin, glowing under the chandelier light, and her eyes sparkled with something between amusement and empathy. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek braid, and she wore a soft lilac

I said, trying to steer the conversation away from Lord Frederick and the

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

Great.

I needed—a girl who could

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

has that effect. Lord Frederick doesn’t show interest

my cheeks were getting. "And do all the women here...

ancient enough to have stories that could

spot where he’d vanished into the crowd, but he was gone

yet I still felt him—like a lingering presence in the air, brushing against my