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.

them. "What... exactly did Anita’s

grave. "He found the letters, Olivia.

narrowed my

There was a pause.

Lennox answered, his voice a

"Your parents forged those

you truly were, they wanted to separate us. They

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

confused.

voice hard. "It was meant to

hate, it would’ve made us capable of... killing

If he could set up my father, he

table, placing his hand over mine. "Luckily,

voice full of guilt. "I know. We didn’t kill you physically... but

something we’ll never forgive ourselves for,"

as day. The regret. The guilt. The

in my throat, the weight of everything pressing on my chest. "How long?" I

was Levi who finally

meeting with the Council,"

clenching. "Then why didn’t

forward slightly, "you wouldn’t have believed us,

I thought back to how broken and

whispered, more

again, heavy but no

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

snapped to

told me your mother took her to a witch," I continued. "She was bathed... spiritually. To make

leaned back, his brows drawing together.

"What?" I asked gently.

Off. We became friends with

in agreement. "It wasn’t even a thought, Olivia. Not until just

when it started," Lennox said, his voice tight. "That strange... pull. That desire. We

love. It

owed her something. Because she was always... there.

trying to breathe past

were victims, too. They wouldn’t have hurt me the way they did if they weren’t

This makes sense now...

boys—they never

the forged letters, they might’ve ignored me. Maybe even distanced

me. Humiliated me. Broken me piece by piece with

But they wouldn’t

never who they

I always noticed it. The obvious distance, the way they dismissed her opinions, never

her—kissing her, claiming

remember thinking it didn’t

I

It wasn’t them.

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