Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 334: Display

Olivia’s POV

When I entered, all heads turned. Lord Frederick sat with three older men, his guests, no doubt his allies or puppets. Their stiff postures and stern faces reminded me of vultures waiting for scraps. I smiled sweetly—too sweetly—as I walked past my mother’s stiff form and straight to Frederick. His calm eyes followed my every step, probably expecting me to curtsy, to bow, to play the obedient girl my mother wished me to be. Instead, I shocked them all. I moved closer, my fingers brushing along the arm of his chair, and before he could stop me, I lowered myself onto his lap.

The room fell into silence. I felt his body tense beneath me, his confusion obvious as his eyes darted to my mother, then back to me. I leaned in, close enough that only he could feel my breath against his ear. "Well, my Lord," I purred, grinding myself ever so slightly against him, "is this not what you wanted?"

One of the older men coughed awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. My mother’s face flushed crimson, her lips pressed into a furious line. Frederick frowned, his hand tightening on the armrest. "Olivia, behave yourself," he hissed under his breath, trying to maintain composure.

But I wasn’t finished. I let a playful smile curve across my lips and tilted my head. "What’s wrong, my Lord? You look... uncomfortable." I shifted again on his lap, slow and deliberate. "Surely you’ve fucked women before. Or is it that you prefer your brides silent and docile?"

The older men shifted in their seats, their disapproval hanging thick in the air. Frederick’s jaw clenched, fury flashing across his face, but I only giggled softly, pretending innocence.

"Maybe," I continued, my tone light and teasing, "if you asked nicely, I might even kiss you in front of your friends. Wouldn’t that make quite the memory?"

Frederick’s frown deepened. "Olivia," he hissed, "control yourself."

with false innocence, as I tilted my head and looked at him sweetly. "When your cock inside me was so painfully disappointing.

other muttered a curse. My mother froze, horror etched into her face. I giggled and shifted on his lap again, my voice high and mocking. "It hurt so much, Frederick. You should have been gentle. That’s what men do when they care for a woman, isn’t it? Or do you like it better when they cry?" I let out a laugh, sharp and cruel, letting the words stab him in front of everyone. "Tell me, should I scream

One of the men stood,

reckless and wild. "Oh, don’t be so shy now, Frederick. You weren’t shy when you had me last night, were you? Or was that just

a hand over her mouth, torn between fury and shame. The room had turned into a

Gasps erupted around me.

I really give these fine gentlemen a show, my Lord? I’m sure they’d love to hear how you moan. Or would that embarrass you,

their voices a chorus of curses and disgust. My mother half-screamed my name, her hand

shot down, grabbing me by the arm and yanking me up so roughly my

fell into chaos—my mother crying out, the guests barking about disgrace and shame—but Frederick dragged me out of it all, his grip iron, his silence more terrifying than his roar. He shoved me through the hall and up the stairs,

and slammed it shut behind us. The sound rattled the walls. Before I could turn, his body pressed hard against mine, pinning me to the wall. His eyes blazed with fury, his

voice low and raging, "was the meaning of

My silence seemed to anger