Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292: The Talk

Olivia’s POV

Louis poured the wine while Lennox lit the last candle on the table. As I looked around, taking it all in, my heart swelled to the point of pain.

"I don’t understand," I whispered, my eyes brimming. "How did you even pull this off?"

Levi smiled gently, his gaze never leaving me. "We did all this throughout the day."

"It’s beautiful." I whispered, my voice cracking.

Lennox leaned down, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "You deserve to feel loved, Olivia. Cherished. We wanted to remind you of what we had... and what we can still have."

Levi rested his hand over mine. "You’ve always been our everything. We just forgot how to show it."

A heavy silence fell over us... not tense but comfortable...

Until I spoke... "I missed you. All of you. So much it felt like dying."

Louis squeezed my hand. "We missed you too, little bird."

That name. That damn name.

It cracked something wide open inside me.

It was the name Lennox had given me because he always teased that I was like a bird—fluttering, always circling them. And he wasn’t wrong. Back then, I was always around them.

Tears fell, slow and silent, streaking down my cheeks. I didn’t wipe them away. I let them fall. Because for the first time in what felt like forever... I wasn’t crying alone.

Lennox reached across the table and gently caught one of the tears with his thumb, his touch featherlight. "You’re here now. That’s all that matters."

I nodded and flashed them a weak smile. "Let’s eat. The meal is getting cold."

They nodded and offered to fill my plate, and then we began eating in silence. I knew we had a lot to talk about, but we were waiting until after the meal.

They kept refilling my plate with my favorites, urging me to eat more, drink more.

By the time dessert came—chocolate mousse with strawberry hearts—I felt full in a way food couldn’t explain.

"Alright, please stop," I said with a soft chuckle, pushing the dessert slightly away. "I’m going to explode if I eat one more spoon."

They all smiled, watching me with that same soft admiration. But underneath the warmth, I could feel they were tense.

"I know you guys probably have a lot to say," I murmured, folding my hands on the table. "But let me start."

They paused, all three of them. Attentive. Silent.

"I heard what happened to Anita... and her family."

The air shifted instantly. Like the wind had changed direction.

Lennox’s jaw clenched slightly. Louis looked away. Levi’s fingers tapped against his glass.

I glanced between them. "What... exactly did Anita’s father do?"

The silence was heavy and thick. Finally, Levi spoke, his voice low and grave. "He found the letters, Olivia. The ones that tore us apart. We’ve found out who really forged them."

I narrowed my eyes. "Who?"

There was a pause.

Then Lennox answered, his voice a whisper of guilt. "Our parents."

My eyes widened. "Your parents forged those letters?"

"Yes," Louis said softly. "When they discovered who you truly were, they wanted to separate us. They didn’t want us near you."

"But it wasn’t just the words in the letters that messed us up," Levi added, looking directly at me. "Anita’s father—he got a hold of the forged letters. And he performed a spell on them."

I blinked, confused. "A spell?"

"A dark one," Lennox said, his voice hard. "It was meant to twist us. To make us hate you."

Louis nodded. "So much hate, it would’ve made us capable of... killing you."

I gasped, but I wasn’t shocked. If he could set up my father, he was capable of far worse.

Levi reached across the table, placing his hand over mine. "Luckily, Olivia, we didn’t."

Lennox interrupted, his voice full of guilt. "I know. We didn’t kill you physically... but we killed you with our actions. With our words. Over and over again."

"And that’s something we’ll never forgive ourselves for," Louis whispered.

I stared at the three men before me and could see it plain as day. The regret. The guilt. The pain of their mistakes. It wrapped around them like a second skin.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, the weight of everything pressing on my chest. "How long?" I asked softly. "How long have you known the letters were spelled?"

They exchanged glances. It was Levi who finally spoke.

"Before the meeting with the Council," he admitted quietly.

I frowned, my heart clenching. "Then why didn’t you tell me?"

"Because," Levi said, leaning forward slightly, "you wouldn’t have believed us, Olivia. Not then."

I wanted to protest, but as I thought back to how broken and angry I’d been, I knew he was right.

"I wouldn’t have believed you," I whispered, more to myself than to them.

Silence fell again, heavy but no longer suffocating.

"I need to tell you something," I said, my voice gaining strength. "Anita... she confessed to me. When she thought I was Rebecca."

These were my triplets.

The ones who used to sneak me candy when I was grounded by my parents. The ones who taught me how to ride a bike, fought off bullies at school, and stayed up whispering stories to me whenever I fell sick.

The ones who called me little bird because I never stopped fluttering around them, always clinging to them.

"I hated you," I whispered, my eyes meeting theirs one by one. "I hated you so much for what you became. But now... knowing it wasn’t truly you—" My voice broke. "It doesn’t erase the pain. But it helps. Gods, it helps."

Levi’s eyes were glossy now, his jaw clenched tight like he was holding back a thousand words.

"We didn’t know how to fix it," Lennox said quietly. "We tried, after we found out, but you were gone. And we didn’t blame you for running. We blamed ourselves."

Levi reached across the table again, this time taking both of my hands in his and placing a soft kiss on them.

"We want to make up for everything," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Every day for the rest of our lives, if that’s what it takes. We’ll show you how sorry we are, Olivia. If you’ll let us."

I swallowed hard. My shoulders trembled as I looked down at our joined hands, then up at their faces.

Lennox stood slowly and walked around the table until he was in front of me. He crouched beside my chair, his eyes never leaving mine.

"We want to date you," he said softly. "No rushing. No pressure. Just... the way it should’ve been. We want to do it right this time."

I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest, and then he dropped his gaze briefly before looking up again with a rawness I’d never seen before.

"I love you, Olivia," Lennox said, voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t even know when it started. Maybe it was when you trailed behind us everywhere, that silly little smile on your face. Maybe it was the way you always showed up for us, even when we didn’t deserve it. I fought it—God, I fought it—but I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop loving you."

My breath caught in my throat. My lips parted, but no words came out. I just stared at him, stunned.

Levi squeezed my hands gently and spoke next. "Me too," he said, his voice trembling. "I said it was wrong... Olivia should be a sister to me, but my heart couldn’t stop beating faster whenever you were around."

Louis exhaled shakily, his eyes shimmering with tears. "You were the only one who really saw us. Not the Alpha heirs, not the future leaders, but us. You knew us better than we knew ourselves. And we destroyed you for it. But I never stopped loving you, Liv. Not for a second."

Tears gathered in my eyes, but I couldn’t help but smile. The boys I loved with everything I had were here now, pouring out their hearts to me.

And then Lennox asked the question.

"Do you love us, Olivia?" he said gently. "Do you want to give us a chance to date you? To try... and pay for what we’ve done? To love you the way you deserve?"

The room fell silent.

Three pairs of hopeful, scared eyes stared at me.

My throat closed, and my hands trembled as I pulled them away to wipe the fresh tears on my cheeks.

"I don’t know what’s right anymore," I whispered. "But I do know one thing."

They leaned in, their breath held.

"I still love you. All of you. I never stopped."