Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 377

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..."

was so close I could feel his

not be able to control myself and might just have to fuck you

deepened. What was he trying to do?

to find the vessel and stop this charade... I can’t even stand a second

Felix.

his strange eyes burning into mine with a look far too sharp for a child. His voice was low, cold, carrying rage that didn’t belong in a boy

take him

my breath

chin lifted in defiance, his stare never wavering. "My father is mine. And I won’t

scoffed at his attitude and stared at him. I didn’t know what to say to him,

soft laugh, shaking my

his anger returned.

voice so only he could hear. "You think you can keep your father all to yourself? You’re wrong. One day, he and I

give him a chance to speak. I leaned in, putting on more act. "He’ll love them. More than

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

letting a cruel smile tug at my lips. "The only way you can stop

out, his small chest rising and falling quickly. His eyes—so young, yet far too ancient—locked

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