Fated To Not Just One, But Three

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.

at her. "I don’t want

came before she began to lecture me. "Olivia, stop this nonsense. You will see Lord Frederick. He’s been waiting patiently, and it would be rude of you to refuse him. Do not

my jaw, my wolf’s growl echoing deep inside me. "I said I don’t want to see him," I repeated, slower

and shook her head as if I were a child throwing a tantrum. "Why must you always be so difficult? Do you think every choice in life is yours to make? You are endangering

"My life?" I leaned forward, glaring at her. "You mean your reputation. I don’t know what Lord Frederick has promised you that you seem so desperate about me marrying

she snapped, her voice raised and enraged. "You are behaving like a spoiled child.

then let the words roll off my tongue like poison. "The

like Lord Frederick so much, you should marry him. He’s old enough, isn’t he? Older than you,

with you?" she whispered harshly. "Why must you always attack me? Why

pressing down like a storm about to explode. "Because you are my enemy," I said loud and firm. "Every time I try to breathe, you’re there, pushing me toward something I don’t want. You are my problem, Mother. Not Frederick. Not anyone else. Just

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

what you think of me, Olivia? You see me as your enemy?" she asked, sounding heartbroken, but I

want you alive, is that a crime." My frown deepened, and I dragged my attention back to her. Her eyes

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 say no. You’d protect me from men

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. You have

forward, my voice rising. "I didn’t give my consent to be vowed to him. And I don’t want him. How many times do