Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 377: The Act

Olivia’s POV

Frederick led me into his study and closed the door behind us with a loud snap. I could see he was still fuming with anger, and I just hoped he didn’t direct that anger at me. He stood by the desk, staring at me with eyes that felt heavy, while I glared at him, folding my arms tightly against my chest.

"I believe you have met my son... although this is not the way I wanted you two to meet," he said casually, his eyes still on me.

I said nothing, waiting for him to finish.

"You have to learn how to accept him... how to communicate with him..."

My frown deepened, my anger rising. "Accept him? You mean raise him? Be his mother? I told you, Frederick, that was never part of our plan."

His jaw tightened. "He is mine. Soon, we will get married. That makes him yours."

I wished I could spit on him and tell him over my dead body would I be his wife, but I had to hold back my words. I stepped closer, my voice sharp. "No. That’s how you want it. I am not Hailee. Stop pretending I am."

His smirk faded. "Careful, Olivia."

But I didn’t stop. "This isn’t about me, is it? You’re still in love with her. That’s why you keep looking at me like I’m her shadow. Why don’t you go retrieve her corpse from the grave and..."

moved. His hands slammed the desk, caging me in. His face was so close I could feel his cool breath

I might not be able to control myself and might just

my glare deepened. What was he trying to do? With rage,

with this act... I have to find the vessel and stop this charade... I can’t even stand a second with this man... I moved quickly, desperate to put distance between myself and the study. But halfway down the hall,

Felix.

burning into mine with a look far too sharp for a child. His voice was low, cold, carrying rage that

never take him from

my breath

defiance, his stare never wavering. "My father is mine.

and stared at him. I didn’t know what to say to him, but I decided to play

out a soft laugh, shaking my

flashing before his anger

you can keep your father all to yourself? You’re wrong. One day, he and I will have children—children of our own. And do you know what will

more act. "He’ll love them. More than he loves you.

shook, his fists tightening so hard I thought his nails might pierce his skin. His face flushed with rage, but his voice came

smile tug at my lips. "The only way you can stop that from happening is to

His eyes—so young, yet far too ancient—locked on