Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 370: Everyone is afraid of death

Olivia’s POV

"I will be fine... you don’t have to worry about me," I assured Nora and Lolita for what felt like the hundredth time. Just like the triplets, they couldn’t hide their concern over my plan.

"Just be careful, okay," Lolita pleaded, her voice trembling.

I gave her a warm smile and nodded. "Yes... I will."

Nora stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me, holding on tightly as though she didn’t want to let go. "Be careful," she whispered in my ear before reluctantly pulling away. Lolita came next, hugging me briefly before we parted. I forced another soft smile for them both, closing my eyes as I drew in a long, steadying breath.

With my eyes closed, I sucked in a deep breath and thought of Lord Frederick. Now that I was about to do it, I felt nervous. He wasn’t just another man—he was dangerous, unpredictable, and I couldn’t afford for this plan to fail. If it did, everything would collapse around me.

" We can do this," I whispered to my wolf. She stirred inside me, her strength brushing against mine, urging me on.

One more deep breath, and I focused on Frederick’s image, channeling my teleportation ability to guide me straight to him. In the blink of an eye, the world shifted.

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in a vast living room. My brows drew together instantly.

"This... isn’t Lord Frederick’s home," I murmured. His other home had been bleak, cold, suffocated by shadows and dark decor. But this place... it was warmer, grander, almost regal in its age.

I turned slowly, my wolf restless inside me. Where am I?

Before I could take another step, soft footsteps echoed from the far side of the room. A woman appeared. She moved with elegance, her steps soundless across the polished floor. Her skin was pale, her eyes a deep crimson that shimmered like firelight. Her long hair, black as night, fell down her back in smooth waves. But what struck me most—was her face.

She looked like him.

The proud jawline. Even the

lips parted in shock. "You...

her gaze sweeping over me carefully, almost as if she was measuring me. A faint

because," she said, her voice smooth

sister? I never knew

nod and take a hesitant step forward. "Hi... my name

Olivia," she interrupted.

I could swear I had never

future sister-in-law," she said proudly, looking so excited at the

telling her it was in her wildest dream, but I held

any sign of Frederick. "Where is Frederick?" I

him." Without waiting for me to

was having cold feet. But she turned, giving me a friendly look. "Come. Frederick doesn’t like to be

eyes scanning the mansion. It was nothing like Frederick’s other home. That place had been cold and dark, filled with shadows. But this... this place was different. The walls were covered with red curtains and golden frames holding old portraits. The air smelled of

me. " Maybe his

calm, but my

stopped in front of a tall wooden door. Strange carvings twisted across it like living vines. His sister laid her hand on the wood and gave me a smile. "He’s inside. Try not to upset him. He seems not

my side,

door swung open

fingers tapped the wood lazily, but

His lips curved into a slow smile. "I was beginning to think

my shoulders straight, lifting my chin. "I came," I answered simply, letting my voice carry strength even though

eyes. It was obviously fake. He gestured lazily to