Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 451

Chapter 451: Prove Myself

Frederick’s POV

The night air was sharp against my skin, but I barely felt it.

The woman you killed.

Those words wouldn’t leave me. They echoed through my head again and again, louder each time I thought about them.

I staggered toward the far end of the garden, stopping by the pool. The water shimmered. My reflection looked back at me—pale, tired, broken.

I thought of Deborah.

That name alone was enough to drag me years into the past. The young woman who worked beside me... brilliant and stubborn. The woman who smiled even when we argued over experiments, who believed she could change the world.

I remembered the letter she left behind, written in haste: "There’s an emergency. I have to return home. I’ll explain everything soon."

That was the last thing I ever heard from her. I searched for months. Sent messages, called in favors. Nothing. I thought she’d left, but I didn’t know that all this while she was dead—and I was pinned as the killer.

Poison.

I sent a maid.

I killed her.

I pressed a trembling hand against my face, trying to steady my breathing. "No," I whispered to myself. "I can be a monster, but killing Deborah? That was the last thing on earth I would ever do."

Then came the cruelest realization of all...Selene.

Deborah’s daughter.

now—her intelligence, her temper, the way she looked at me

from Hailee, it felt like the ground shifted beneath me. The same

my breath, running a

Everything was becoming suffocating.

thing

couldn’t lose her. Not to hatred. Not to

prove I didn’t

whispered again, firmer this

the mansion to see how things were. I should have gone

But I couldn’t leave.

she looked broken, lost,

of herbs and medicine hit me first. Inside, the healers were still working, their chants low, their hands glowing faintly as they moved

And there she was.

over her face. Her clothes were rumpled, her hands stained with magic dust as she helped the healers prepare another mixture. She looked completely drained—like she hadn’t slept in days, like she was one breath away from

watching her. Every instinct in me screamed to walk over, to pull her into my arms, to let her cry into my chest and tell her she

But I knew better.

wouldn’t let me.

the room slowly, my

were red and tired but still full of hatred for

of your business," she said flatly, her voice hoarse but strong

took another step closer, ignoring the warning in her tone. "You haven’t closed your eyes once since this began. You’ll collapse if

magic dust. "Then let me collapse," she muttered. "At

pain in her voice

and said, "I’m not going anywhere, Selene...

respond. She just kept working, pretending

Selene, who was still trying to help the healers. Suddenly, her hands trembled as she tried to grind the last bit of magic dust. I could see the exhaustion in every movement—the way her shoulders sagged, the way

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