Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 433: Suspicion

Olivia’s POV

"What!" I spat, my voice rising before I could stop myself. Shock coursed through me, making my chest tighten. But Frederick didn’t look at me. Not once. His piercing gaze stayed fixed on Selene as though his words were meant for her, not me.

"I’m no longer waiting, Olivia," he declared firmly, his tone harsh. "I want us married by next weekend."

It was like a punch to the gut.

I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest. "You must be joking."

But Frederick only shook his head, his jaw tight, his eyes still locked on Selene. The way he stared at her made my skin prickle, like I wasn’t even the one he was speaking to.

My frown deepened. Anger bubbled in my chest, ready to burst. I wanted to scream at him, to spit in his face and tell him this would never happen. But I forced myself to hold back, to control my emotions.

I straightened, my voice lowered, though the sharpness couldn’t be hidden. "I can’t marry you now, Lord Frederick. We don’t even know each other. We need time."

His answer came swiftly, leaving no room for argument.

"I don’t care," he snapped. His gaze finally flicked to me. "We will get to know each other in marriage."

But the more I looked at him, the more I realized... he wasn’t really saying it to me.

No. His eyes, his clenched jaw, the way his gaze slid back to Selene—it was all for her.

of proving something to

She had gone pale, her lips pressed tight together, her eyes refusing to meet his. But she couldn’t hide it. The flicker of hurt that flashed in her gaze was obvious enough. It hit me then. He was using me... to

me,

for just a moment before she

in front of me. His hand grabbed my wrist—not hard, but strong enough to make me

low, serious voice. His thumb pressed against my pulse like he wanted to remind me he was in control. "I want you as my wife.

hit me harder than

heart racing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Selene. She was stiff, her face pale, her eyes wide.

for just a second, like he wanted her to

he let go of

saying more, he fixed his shirt, turned, and walked to the door. "I’ll make the

door closed with a heavy

The room went quiet.

for a moment, still staring at the door Frederick had walked out of. My wolf was howling, furious with his touch,

sat calmly on the bed, her posture stiff, her face blank, as if

something you want to

briefly, her eyes flat and

folding my arms. Her answer only fanned the fire inside me. But before speaking again, I let my senses stretch, searching the room, the walls, the hall beyond. I wanted to be sure Frederick wasn’t eavesdropping. My ears strained, my wolf perked, but there was no

Good.

and him. I don’t care if he’s fucking you, or if you’re his whore. What matters—" I leaned forward, my eyes locking on hers, "—is the plan. You have to

lips curled into a bitter little smile, and she let out a humorless laugh. "The plan," she repeated. Then she shook her head.