Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 292

Chapter 292: The Talk

Olivia’s POV

Louis poured the wine while Lennox lit the last candle on the table. As I looked around, taking it all in, my heart swelled to the point of pain.

"I don’t understand," I whispered, my eyes brimming. "How did you even pull this off?"

Levi smiled gently, his gaze never leaving me. "We did all this throughout the day."

"It’s beautiful." I whispered, my voice cracking.

Lennox leaned down, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "You deserve to feel loved, Olivia. Cherished. We wanted to remind you of what we had... and what we can still have."

Levi rested his hand over mine. "You’ve always been our everything. We just forgot how to show it."

A heavy silence fell over us... not tense but comfortable...

Until I spoke... "I missed you. All of you. So much it felt like dying."

Louis squeezed my hand. "We missed you too, little bird."

That name. That damn name.

It cracked something wide open inside me.

It was the name Lennox had given me because he always teased that I was like a bird—fluttering, always circling them. And he wasn’t wrong. Back then, I was always around them.

Tears fell, slow and silent, streaking down my cheeks. I didn’t wipe them away. I let them fall. Because for the first time in what felt like forever... I wasn’t crying alone.

Lennox reached across the table and gently caught one of the tears with his thumb, his touch featherlight. "You’re here now. That’s all that matters."

I nodded and flashed them a weak smile. "Let’s eat. The meal is getting cold."

They nodded and offered to fill my plate, and then we began eating in silence. I knew we had a lot to talk about, but we were waiting until after the meal.

They kept refilling my plate with my favorites, urging me to eat more, drink more.

By the time dessert came—chocolate mousse with strawberry hearts—I felt full in a way food couldn’t explain.

"Alright, please stop," I said with a soft chuckle, pushing the dessert slightly away. "I’m going to explode if I eat one more spoon."

They all smiled, watching me with that same soft admiration. But underneath the warmth, I could feel they were tense.

"I know you guys probably have a lot to say," I murmured, folding my hands on the table. "But let me start."

They paused, all three of them. Attentive. Silent.

"I heard what happened to Anita... and her family."

The air shifted instantly. Like the wind had changed direction.

Lennox’s jaw clenched slightly. Louis looked away. Levi’s fingers tapped against his glass.

between them. "What... exactly

spoke, his voice low and grave. "He found

narrowed my

There was a pause.

a whisper

"Your parents

they discovered who you truly were, they wanted to separate

just the words in the letters that messed us up," Levi added, looking directly at me. "Anita’s father—he got a hold of the

blinked, confused. "A

hard. "It was meant to twist us.

hate, it would’ve made

set up my

his hand

you physically... but we

never

plain as day. The regret. The guilt. The pain of their mistakes. It wrapped

weight of everything pressing on my chest. "How long?" I asked

was Levi

the Council," he

my heart clenching. "Then

forward slightly, "you wouldn’t have believed us, Olivia. Not

I thought back to how broken and angry I’d been, I knew

believed you," I whispered, more to myself than

fell again, heavy

strength. "Anita... she confessed to me. When she thought I

snapped to mine, sharp with

continued.

back, his brows

"What?" I asked gently.

exhaled slowly, rubbing his jaw. "The first time we actually touched her... it was confusing. Off. We became friends with her to

wasn’t even a thought, Olivia. Not until just a few weeks before she turned

pull. That desire. We thought we were losing our minds. But we didn’t know it was

It wasn’t even lust. It

owed her something. Because she

to breathe past

were victims, too. They

This makes sense now...

never would

had just been the forged letters, they might’ve ignored me. Maybe even distanced themselves. That would’ve hurt, but not the

me piece by piece with their actions, their hate,

disliked me. But they wouldn’t

was never

liked her. Back then, they barely tolerated her. I always noticed it. The obvious distance, the way they dismissed her opinions, never really talked to her

they started acting obsessed with her—kissing her, claiming her—it was like watching strangers

it didn’t

now I

It wasn’t them.

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