Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 382: Talk With Sofia

Olivia’s POV

"Sofia? Is everything okay? You don’t sound okay." Her voice was shaky, threaded with muffled sniffles. My brows furrowed instantly. For a moment, all thoughts of Frederick and his cursed house slipped away—I couldn’t focus on anything but her. "What is it? Where are you?" I pressed, my wolf pricking up with worry.

Her silence stretched, heavy and aching, until finally I felt her broken whisper. "I... I did something, Olivia. Something I shouldn’t have. And now I feel like I’m drowning."

Her pain washed over me through the bond, raw and unguarded. My chest tightened. "Talk to me," I urged softly. "Don’t hold it in. Whatever it is—you can tell me."

Sofia’s voice cracked, barely audible. "I think... I still love him. And it hurts so much, because I know I shouldn’t."

I sighed. I didn’t need her to name him. I already knew who she meant. I closed my eyes, steadying myself, then pushed calmness into the bond. "Sofia, listen, you don’t have to beat yourself up about it."

Her breathing hitched, almost like a sob. "Do you really? Because right now... I feel like I’m going mad."

"You are not going mad, my dear... believe me, you are not. This is love, and there is nothing you can do about it. Think of me as an example... Damien never did what the triplets did to me. Those men hurt me in ways I never imagined to forgive them, but look at us now... I tried, Sofia, I tried to hate them, tried not to forgive them, but I couldn’t... I couldn’t stay away from them because I love them. They are my mates, and there is nothing I could do to stay away from them."

Sofia inhaled deeply over the mind link. "So what should I do, Olivia? I can’t tell him I want us back... and besides, I don’t even think he wants me. His actions... they don’t show it."

I sighed softly, my chest aching for her. "Sofia, listen to me. Men are not always good at showing their feelings. Damien might act cold, distant, but that doesn’t mean he has stopped loving you. I know he still feels something."

Her silence told me she was listening, clinging to my words. I pressed on. "Don’t let fear make your choices. You say you’re scared he doesn’t want you back, but what if he does? What if he’s just as scared as you? You’ll never know unless you open your heart and speak."

Her breathing grew shaky again. "But Olivia... what if he rejects me?"

At least you won’t live the rest of your life drowning in what-ifs.

but

I told her. "You don’t have to pour it all out at once. Just... show him a piece of your heart. Let him see you. Let him feel you again. And trust that if the bond between you is real—and I believe it is—he won’t let you

came soft, fragile, but with a spark of courage. "I’ll... I’ll

"Good."

I have to tell you something else." This time she sounded more

"What is it?"

her, pushing her to speak. Finally, Sofia whispered, her words trembling. "My investigator... the one I hired to look into Rebecca’s death—he told me something. He checked

my pulse

"The last person Rebecca spoke to... was Damien. They talked for fifteen minutes. And now I don’t know what to think. Olivia—what if he’s lying to

bond stretched heavy, suffocating. My heart thudded hard in my chest. I could feel her panic, her doubt, the way her love for Damien warred against the horror of what

of her revelation pressed into me. "Sofia... listen to me. Don’t jump

I knew she was crying again. "But why hasn’t

calm for her sake. "That’s what you have to find out. Not from investigators. Not from outsiders. From him.

him. What if he hurts me to

deepened. "Stop it, Sofia... Damien can never

many things, he may even have a hand in Rebecca’s death, but hurting Sofia was something

voice trembled.

her warmth, the way only sisters could. "Then rest, Sofia. Don’t let

I still felt her doubt