Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 492: Four years

Olivia’s POV

Four years later

The sound of giggles filled the living room, followed by the unmistakable crash of something breaking. I didn’t even bother turning right away—I’d gotten used to it by now. Life with three boys meant chaos came with the sunrise.

"Alright," I called from the kitchen, setting down the towel. "Who did it this time?"

Silence.

Three identical faces turned toward me—wide-eyed, innocent, and equally suspicious.

I crossed my arms, trying not to laugh. "Don’t all stare at me like that. One of you broke something."

The three of them stood in a perfect line, same height, same messy dark hair, same mischievous smile that could melt stone. Even after four years, I still struggled to tell them apart unless I looked closely.

Liam. Leon. Leo.

My little miracles. My little troublemakers.

Sometimes I still couldn’t believe how much they looked alike—not just similar, but exactly the same. Even their voices carried the same rhythm, the same teasing lilt when they tried to talk their way out of trouble.

"Wasn’t me," Liam said first, blinking those big sea-blue eyes that looked exactly like mine.

Leon immediately pointed at his brother. "He’s lying!"

Leo frowned and crossed his arms. "You’re both lying!"

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "You three are going to drive me mad one of these days."

The broken vase on the floor didn’t help their case. I crouched to pick it up, muttering to myself, "Your fathers are going to kill me when they find out..."

The boys exchanged glances—the silent kind that always meant they were about to bolt.

"Don’t even think about it," I said without looking up.

Tiny feet shuffled in place. Then stillness.

Good. They knew better than to run.

I straightened and turned toward them, one brow raised. "So, are we going to tell the truth, or do I have to call your fathers?"

Instant panic.

Levi’s and Louis’ names still worked like a spell.

Before they could answer, his deep voice echoed from the hallway. "What’s going on here?"

The boys froze. I hid a smile. Perfect timing.

Levi stepped into the room, tall and composed, though I caught the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth when he saw the scene—the three identical boys lined up like soldiers, the shattered vase behind them, and me trying to look stern.

He folded his arms. "Alright, which one of you did it?"

Again—silence.

identical mouths

an eyebrow.

if silently negotiating who’d take the blame. No one

walked closer. "You do realize I can tell

eyes blinked up

his voice calm but firm.

first. "We were

nodded slowly. "So it was an

All three nodded—too quickly.

the

Dead silence again.

pretending to

long pause, Leon raised his hand halfway, mumbling, "It was me... but Liam told

not!" Liam protested

"Did too!"

"Boys," Levi warned.

silent instantly, but Leo—oh, little Leo—couldn’t resist whispering under his breath, "It was

of his nose, muttering, "Moon

you know how I feel every

me a look that

looked between us, their identical

in trouble this time. But

chorused in

the same rhythm—it was eerie sometimes,

the garden, laughing again, I turned to Levi. "You went easy on

in

shaking my head. "Kids who know exactly how to work

waist. "Maybe. But at least they got

I said, trying not to

window toward where the boys were chasing each other in

heart swelling as I

bathed the room in gold, and for a brief, perfect moment, everything felt right again—laughter,

something that made

me of

and I

faintly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I know. Sometimes...

mine, his expression unreadable. "Maybe that’s his way of staying with

nodded, blinking back tears as the boys’ laughter echoed

hard, the ache returning to my

sons. Four years since I last

yet... we never

woke up reaching for him, half expecting to feel his warmth beside me. Nights when I’d stare at

brought it up, Levi and Louis found

said I needed time to recover. The birth had taken too much from me. My body was weak, the marks still new, and the babies

Then came the warnings.

and the

"Until the boys

the boys learned to walk, while they