Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 301: The Promise

Olivia’s POV

The moment I reached the final step, I caught sight of Calvin standing in the sitting room, arms crossed as he spoke quietly to someone seated casually on one of the leather couches.

Lord Frederick.

And damn, he looked... good.

He wasn’t dressed like the uptight man I remembered seeing days ago. Gone was the formal cloak and the stiff suits. Instead, he wore a fitted black t-shirt that hugged his toned chest and dark jeans that hung low on his hips. A leather wristband circled his wrist, and his silver hair was slightly tousled, like he hadn’t bothered to fix it—or maybe he just liked looking effortlessly hot.

He looked young. Relaxed. But there was still that unmistakable aura of power and quiet confidence that clung to him.

He turned as I approached, and when our eyes met, he stood up slowly, giving me a once-over that wasn’t exactly subtle. His gaze lingered for a second too long on my tied shirt and jeans before lifting to meet my eyes.

"Olivia," he said with a warm, low voice. "You look beautiful."

"You too," I said, the words slipping past my lips.

He chuckled. "Guilty. I figured if I’m going to show up uninvited, I might as well not look like a relic."

I glanced at Calvin, who didn’t look too thrilled about this whole situation.

"I didn’t even know you were coming," I said, folding my arms. "You could’ve given a heads-up."

"I like surprises," he replied smoothly. "Besides... you weren’t exactly reachable the last few days."

"What do you want, Frederick?" I asked, keeping my tone polite.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he motioned toward the sitting area. "Can we sit? It’s not the kind of conversation you have while standing."

That made my spine stiffen slightly, but I nodded and followed him to the couch. He waited until I sat first before taking the seat opposite me. Calvin remained standing, arms crossed, watching us like a guard dog.

a bad feeling about this. Lord Frederick watched me with unnerving calm, the kind of

Then he spoke.

I knew your great-grandmother,

slightly. "No. You tell

"I saved her life once. A long time ago... when she was

me a bit.

when she asked what I wanted in return... I

tilted my

jacket and slowly pulled out something long and old, carefully wrapped in dark silk. He placed it gently

A scroll.

real one. The parchment was aged, sealed

My stomach twisted again.

I asked, reaching out but not yet opening

gaze

My heart thudded harder.

for someone instead. The next special one." He paused, his voice soft

"Yours? What does

stood slowly, unsettled by the weight of

move closer. His expression didn’t change, though his voice dropped into a

day because I’ve held off my own end. My time should’ve come and gone, but I refused it.

My breath caught.

"What?"

wife. That scroll in your hand... is your

fear—but from rage. Like my life had been

him, my

don’t believe you," I said, even

it," he said

But I didn’t.

lying," I snapped, my voice sharp. "This is insane. You expect me to believe that I