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.

tighter into me. "And I wouldn’t stop shivering... everyone panicked. Even my

I remembered.

Of course I remembered.

ghost of a smile in her voice. "You picked me up and held me like this... right against your chest. You didn’t even let

trembling body clinging to me, crying from the heat

soft breath, almost a laugh. "Levi and Louis kept begging me to let them take a turn. They said you needed rest. That it wasn’t fair you had

faintly, the ache in my chest pulling

her fingers curling lightly against my shirt. "I wouldn’t leave your arms. Not

the back of

were tired... I just felt

the top of her

feel that way now," she whispered.

in again, letting my arms tighten around her like I could keep her

ever thought I could

She was home.

Lennox... despite all that happened... my feelings for you... for your brothers

eyes... why did Olivia have to be this

me... what you three did to

deep, each one like a blade sliding through my chest—but it wasn’t pain

It was love.

Undeserved, unwavering love.

She still loved us.

Even after everything.

in her voice, the way her

she breathed. "Goddess, I tried. I wanted to. I needed to. But

her gaze then, slowly, her eyes glassy with tears that clung to her lashes like fragile crystals. Her expression was so

love 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 wasn’t just

one second. Not when you rejected me.

streaks of heartbreak—and I couldn’t take it

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

whispered, her eyes searching mine. "I need to hate you. I should hate you. Our families are enemies. Everything says I should stay

heaved with emotion. I pressed my forehead to hers,

blinked at

over," I murmured, my voice raw. "You, me... Levi, Louis.

lips trembled, confusion flickering in her tear-filled eyes. "We can’t just erase everything that

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

weight of those words settled somewhere deep

voice cracking. "Gods, we shattered you. And just saying we’re sorry—it’s not enough. It’ll

arms tightened

I whispered, "if we stop running from it, if we face it together... maybe we

up at me,