Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 423

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.


at the ceiling, my chest tight

grabbed my phone and

I muttered under my breath, pacing across the room. The line rang once, twice—then cut

at the screen. Switched off? Olivia never

answer me, I’d find out another way. I scrolled down my

voice

ignoring his tone. "Is

his voice came back annoyed and angry. "No. She’s

I could ask anything else, he ended the

lowered the phone slowly, my chest

the hell

ugly thoughts. Was she with the

something black coil inside


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

Jealousy. Pure, violent jealousy.

and dialed Lennox’s number. The call

I barked. "Why are you not letting her go? Do you want her dead? You know the blood

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

been avoiding us. We

them. She wasn’t at home. Her

the call grew

hung up

or with the triplets. If she wasn’t in

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

bed, legs crossed, a book open in her

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