Chapter 423: Missing

Frederick’s POV

It was almost evening, and still no sign of Olivia.

She hadn’t shown up since she stormed off yesterday. At first, I thought she just needed a little time, that she’d calm down and come back on her own. She didn’t even need to apologize; just come back. But she didn’t.

My eyes drifted to the wall clock. It’s five p.m. already. Nothing. Not a single glimpse of her.

"Should I call her?" I muttered under my breath. But my pride tightened in my chest. No. She was the one who should be apologizing. She was the one who accused me of things she didn’t understand.

She had been jealous. Acting jealous.

But then... she wasn’t wrong.

I rubbed a hand over my face. Olivia had been right about my interest in Selene, even when I tried to pretend otherwise. And now that Selene and I had crossed that line—now that we’d had sex—I didn’t even know what to do with myself.

Should I follow Selene’s suggestion and act like it never happened? Go back to Olivia, fulfill the prophecy like I’m supposed to? That’s what I’d been thinking since last night. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t get Selene out of my head.

And it’s not just me.

She’s been avoiding me all day.

She hasn’t left her room once. Not a sound from behind that door. It makes me wonder—does she regret it so much that she can’t even look at me now?

And what did she mean when she said she "has a man"?

My brow furrowed deeply. Of course she would. A woman like Selene—so devastatingly beautiful—men should be lining up for her. Yet she never let them touch her. Until me. And now she dares call it a mistake.


the ceiling, my

phone and dialed

pacing across the room. The line rang once, twice—then cut off. The number you

screen. Switched off? Olivia never switched off

find out another way. I

voice sharp and impatient. "What do you

my teeth, ignoring his

came back annoyed and angry.

I could ask anything else, he ended

slowly, my chest burning

the hell

with the triplets? Had she gone crawling back to

idea made something


to myself, pacing harder now. The thought of her with them gnawed at me like fire in my

Jealousy. Pure, violent jealousy.

and dialed Lennox’s number. The call connected, and Lennox’s rough voice bit first.

her dead? You know the blood vow—if she doesn’t end up with

of silence. Then Lennox’s voice snapped, angry. "She’s not here, Frederick. Don’t accuse us. We didn’t take

in, calm but tense. "Olivia has been avoiding us. We don’t know

them. She wasn’t at home. Her

I demanded, but the call

cursed and hung

deepened as I stared at the phone. Were they lying? Olivia had to be either at her home or

of thinking of a way to get to Olivia, my feet carried me before I even

bed, legs crossed, a book open in her lap. Her head lifted fast, her eyes narrowing

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