Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 421: Lying

Sofia’s POV

His words hung heavy in the air. "That’s what you really want?"

I forced my chin higher, even as my insides twisted painfully. "Yes," I said flatly, my throat tight. "That’s what I want."

The lie stung. My wolf whimpered inside me, calling me a coward, but I couldn’t let Damien see it. I couldn’t let him think he still had that power over me... until I know the truth about Rebecca’s death, I have to stay away from him.

Damien’s jaw tightened, the muscle there flexing as his hands curled into fists at his sides. He looked as if he wanted to break something—anything—but instead, he just stood there, staring at me with those burning eyes filled with so much pain.

"I don’t believe you," he said finally, his voice low, rough, almost trembling. "You love me, Sofia. You always have. You can spit your nonsense, you can push me away, but I know what’s inside you."

His words hit me. For a second, I wanted to scream that he was right, that he still lived in every scar on my heart. But I bit it back, burying it under my hardened heart.

"Believe what you want," I whispered harshly. "But I don’t want anything to do with you...." I frowned and continued. "And what happened here should never happen again. From now on, it’s about our son. Nothing more."

His eyes darkened, rage and hurt colliding in them. He stepped close enough that I could feel the heat of his body again, but he didn’t touch me. His voice broke as he rasped, "Then I pity you. Because you’ll spend the rest of your life lying to yourself."

My heart lurched. But I

away, raking a hand through his hair, the silence that followed was suffocating. My knees trembled, but I forced myself to walk past him, to leave the office without looking

I looked back—I wasn’t sure I’d

door shut behind me, I pressed my back against it, my chest heaving. A single tear slipped down my

did it still hurt this much? Why did his

in my mind. His arms around me, his voice saying he loved me, his eyes burning with a pain that mirrored my own. For a heartbeat, I wanted to believe him. I wanted to run back in and let him hold me

that Damien’s hands were not clean. My body

I whispered to myself, shaking my head hard. "I can’t. Not until I know

but I pushed her down. I couldn’t afford

tears away, and made my way down the hall. My heart still ached, but I told myself I needed to see Olivia. She had been broken too, and she needed me just as

into her room, she was sitting on the bed, hugging her knees, her eyes red like she had

trembling. "For earlier... hugging Damien. I wasn’t in my right mind. I didn’t mean for you to think anything was

scared I had judged her. My chest softened, and I gave her a

gently, walking to sit beside her. "You don’t have to explain yourself to me. You’re my sister. I know you. I trust you.

face, but the pain in her eyes didn’t fade. "I’m just... worried," she admitted, her voice breaking. "About Lennox. I keep dreaming something bad will happen to him. But