Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 290: Captured

Olivia’s POV

Calvin stared at me like I’d just confessed to committing treason.

His jaw was clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. His hands fisted at his sides, and I could practically feel the rage radiating off him. But to his credit, he didn’t yell. Not yet. His voice, when it came, was low... controlled.

Too controlled.

"Whatever you think you’re doing," he said through gritted teeth, "you need to stop. Now."

I lifted my chin, already bracing for the inevitable wave of judgment. "Calvin—"

"No." He cut me off, his eyes blazing with anger. "No excuses, Olivia. This is disgraceful. Sleeping in the bed of the same people who ripped your heart apart? Whose family has done nothing but torment ours?"

Nora looked away, clearly uncomfortable. Lolita bit her bottom lip, like she was dying to say something but knew better.

I tried to stay calm. "It’s not that simple."

"Yes, it is!" Calvin snapped, the first crack in his control showing. "Their family and ours are enemies. Olivia, enemies. Do you even understand the implications of what you’re doing?"

"I do," I said quietly, folding my arms. "But that doesn’t make what I feel any less real."

He scoffed, stepping forward. "And what about the fact that we’re related?"

"We’re not directly related," I said firmly. "You know that, Calvin."

"That doesn’t make it right," he fired back. "So what? You’re just going to forget everything they did to you?"

That hit deeper than I wanted to admit.

My silence must have said enough.

Calvin’s expression shifted. His voice dropped, softer now. "You’re going to forget how they rejected you? Humiliated you? Tore you apart? Is that it?"

Tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I stood my ground.

"I haven’t forgotten," I whispered. "But I’m trying to heal. And they’re trying too."

Calvin shook his head slowly, his eyes filled with disappointment. "Our parents would be ashamed of you."

That one... that one shattered something inside me.

before leaving, he paused, his

said, voice colder now, "but this

Then he walked out.

the

frowned. "Where are you

me a small

walked out too—leaving

arms folding around myself. My chest ached from the tension, from Calvin’s words, from the ugly truth of it

doing the right

closer as she sat beside

okay?" she

nodding. "Yeah... yeah,

me a look that said

do you think Calvin’s right? That I’m

her head, letting the question settle before answering. "I think... love doesn’t come with a right or wrong, Olivia.

down at

I’m letting them off too easily," I whispered. "That

said gently. "You’re choosing to

I’m just being weak and stupid?" I

yourself feel. That’s more than most people can do." She touched my arm, comforting me. "The triplets... they love you. I see it, clear as

looked up at her, my eyes burning.

they haven’t shown him. Not yet. He’s still stuck in the version of them who hurt you. That’s all he knows. But you...

heavy in my

the

I turned.

his face unreadable. And

I blinked.

to the floor before finding mine again. "I... I’m sorry," he said quietly. "If my words earlier hurt you, that

My breath caught.

accept them. I don’t know if I ever fully will. But I shouldn’t have said what I said like that. That was... wrong

for a response, he

frozen, my heart still

shifted slowly to Nora, who leaned against the wall

at her. "What... did

She shrugged. "Nothing much."

brow at her. "Is there something you are not telling

shook her head. "No... what is there to

skeptical glances at Nora’s too-quick answer. Obviously, we don’t believe

arms still folded, but I could see her throat bob as she