Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 333

Chapter 333: My Problem

Olivia’s POV

My mother stepped inside. Of course. Because even in my worst moments, I was never allowed the space to breathe.

She furrowed her brows. "You don’t seem happy to see me," she said.

I frowned, pushing myself up so I could sit properly on the bed. I folded my legs beneath me and leaned my back against the headboard, steadying myself before looking her straight in the eye.

She looked beautiful today, dressed in a royal blue gown that swept elegantly across the floor. Her long black hair was pulled neatly into a bun, showing off the striking lines of her face. She was still beautiful, ageless almost. Despite nearing fifty, she looked remarkably young, her appearance still capable of being mistaken for a woman in her late thirties.

She had good genes, undeniably so, and a part of me silently hoped I had inherited them from her. At least if that were the only thing I could claim from being her daughter, her beauty and graceful figure, then maybe it was something worth holding onto.

"What do you want, Mother?" I asked, making sure she could notice the displeasure in my voice.

She didn’t answer at once. Instead, she stepped closer and stopped by my side. "Lord Frederick is downstairs with a few guests... he wants to see you."

At the mention of his name, my wolf growled furiously inside me, and a deep frown carved into my face.

leveled my gaze at her. "I don’t want to see

the kind that always came before she began to lecture me. "Olivia, stop this nonsense. You will see Lord Frederick. He’s been

echoing deep inside me. "I said I don’t want to see him,"

I were a child throwing a tantrum. "Why must you always be so difficult? Do you think every choice

don’t know what Lord Frederick has promised you that you seem so desperate about me

like a spoiled child. What is so wrong with Lord

words roll off my tongue

much, you should marry him. He’s old enough, isn’t he? Older than you, even. Maybe the

with anger. "What is wrong with you?" she whispered harshly. "Why must you always attack me? Why must you always make me your

to explode. "Because you are my enemy," I said loud and firm. "Every time I

greatly affected her because her eyes widened for a moment, then it was replaced by hurt as tears began to well up in her

what you think of me, Olivia? You see me as your enemy?" she asked, sounding heartbroken, but I didn’t respond, neither did I

is that a crime." My frown deepened, and I dragged my attention back to her.

I held her gaze, refusing to let her tears get to me. "For my good?" I scoffed, my voice dripping with venom. "Don’t you dare stand there and pretend you care about me, Mother. If you truly wanted what was good for me, you’d listen when I

lips trembled, but she quickly steadied herself, masking her emotions with that familiar, practiced composure. "You think you know everything, Olivia, but you don’t. You’re blinded by your stubbornness.

And I don’t want him. How

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