Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 356: Start all over

Olivia’s POV

The room felt different now. For the first time in a long while, it wasn’t filled with anger. It was quiet, gentle—like after a big storm when everything is still, but you can finally breathe again.

Tears slid down my cheeks as I gave a shaky smile. "Thank you," I whispered. "This is all I ever wanted—for us to stop hurting each other."

Lennox rubbed a hand over his face. When he looked at me again, his eyes weren’t hard anymore. They were tired and open. "No more fights," he said softly. "I promise."

Levi lifted his head, his voice low. "I promise too. No more jealousy. No more harsh words. I’ll work on it." He looked at Lennox with guilt in his eyes. "And no more accusing you. I was wrong."

Louis smiled. "Then we start over," he said. "Together. We’re not perfect, but we’ll keep trying. For you, Olivia. For all of us."

My heart squeezed so tight it almost hurt. Relief. Love. Hope. For the first time, I felt like maybe—just maybe—we could really fix this.

Lennox moved first. He knelt in front of me and took my hands, lowering his head until his forehead brushed my knuckles. "I’m sorry," he whispered.

came next. He sat on my other side and placed his hand over mine

forward, standing tall in front of us. His voice was strong.

was it—the last

my other hand held Levi’s, and

came around my shoulders, Lennox pressed his forehead against my temple, and Louis rested a firm hand on

four of us. Tangled. Messy.

fell, soaking Levi’s shirt, but this time I didn’t hide them. "Please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Let this be

as I breathed in the dangerous, addictive mix of

first again. He pulled me into his lap, his strong hands gripping my hips. His mouth found mine in a hard, hungry kiss. It wasn’t gentle. It was possessive, full of need, like he had been waiting too long to taste

in shivers. Then his mouth opened, sucking at the soft spot under my ear until my head fell back on his shoulder. "I’ve missed this," he whispered, his breath hot

no choice but to look at him. His gaze held me still, full of command and desire. Then

Then they moved at once. Hands slid under my clothes, pulling, tugging, peeling fabric away. Soon my top was gone, and Lennox’s mouth was on my breast, his tongue

stopped roaming my body. Strong and possessive, he stroked down my back, cupped my hips, then squeezed my ass hard enough to make me whimper. "You’re ours," he said against my lips. "Say

yours," I

nothing left between us but heat. Lennox lifted me, laying me back across the bed. His body pressed over mine, his eyes wild and dark as he kissed me again, slower now but deeper, pouring everything into it. His hand guided his cock against me, sliding between my folds until I was shaking with need. Then, with one deep