Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 287: Let’s Start all over

Lennox’s POV

"Olivia... what are you doing here?" I asked, stunned.

She was the last person I expected to see right now, wrapped in nothing but a blanket, her hair tousled, and cheeks still flushed from whatever had happened before she came here.

But she didn’t respond.

Instead, she walked toward me in silence, her eyes unreadable in the low firelight. My heart hammered in my chest, confused and aching all at once.

Then, without a word, she climbed onto my lap and curled into me—her head resting gently against my chest.

I froze.

For a second, I didn’t breathe. I just held her there, stunned by the feel of her on me.

Then my arms moved on instinct, wrapping around her tightly. I cradled her like she was something breakable. Something I’d nearly lost.

Her heartbeat thudded softly against mine, steady and close.

And even though my mind was a mess of questions and pain... I held her like she was my world.

Because she was.

Because no matter how much it tore me up, no matter how jealous or broken I felt—this was still Olivia.

My Olivia.

I lifted her gently into my arms, her weight featherlight, her scent already soothing my pain. I buried my face in her hair, letting the silence say what I couldn’t.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, wrapped in each other, in silence. The warmth of her body against mine, her soft breaths tickling my neck, the steady beat of her heart grounding me.

And still, I couldn’t speak.

I didn’t want to ruin this moment. I didn’t want to ask questions that might break whatever fragile peace this was.

So I just kept holding her, burying my face in her hair again, breathing her in like she was air and I’d been suffocating.

Then, softly... she spoke.

"Do you remember when I was thirteen?"

Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but I felt the words vibrate through my chest.

I nodded slightly, not trusting myself to speak.

stop shivering... everyone panicked. Even my father thought they’d have to send

I remembered.

Of course I remembered.

voice. "You picked me up and held me

me, crying from the heat and the chills, and

begging me to let them take a turn. They said you needed rest. That it

faintly, the ache in my chest pulling

against my shirt. "I wouldn’t leave your

the back

you were tired... I just

her head, letting her words

feel that way now,"

closed my eyes, breathing her in again, letting my arms tighten around her like I could keep her there

I ever thought I

She was home.

Lennox... despite all that happened... my feelings for you... for your brothers never changed... they are still the

tears pricking my eyes... why did

her voice barely more than a whisper. "What you did to me... what you three did to me...

words sank deep, each one like a blade sliding

It was love.

Undeserved, unwavering love.

She still loved us.

Even after everything.

head remained pressed to my chest, but I could feel the tremble in her voice, the way her hands clutched at my shirt like she was trying

wanted to. I needed to. But my heart... it wouldn’t

gaze then, slowly, her eyes glassy with tears that clung to her lashes like

with you three since I turned thirteen," she said, the words raw and honest. "Since the day I realized the way I looked at you... it wasn’t innocent anymore. It

you, Lennox. Not for one second. Not when you rejected me. Not when

her cheeks, low, silent streaks

face with trembling hands, and kissed her tears away. One. Then another. Then another—until I was kissing her cheeks like I could

her eyes searching mine. "I need to hate you. I should hate you. Our families are enemies.

my forehead to hers, closing my

at me.

murmured, my voice raw. "You, me... Levi, Louis. Let’s go back to

trembled, confusion flickering in her tear-filled eyes. "We can’t

her cheek. "And we’re not trying to. But we can’t keep pretending

closed her eyes briefly, like the weight of those words settled somewhere deep in her

cracking. "Gods, we shattered you. And just saying we’re sorry—it’s not enough. It’ll never

tightened around

from it, if we face it together... maybe

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