Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325: Her Suggestion

Olivia’s POV

I arrived back in my room, and thankfully, no one was there. The quiet was a relief. I went straight to the shower, letting the warm water run over me, trying to wash away the heaviness clinging to my chest.

Afterward, I dressed in something simple—a black denim skirt that stopped just above my knees and a fitted yellow off-shoulder top. I tied my hair into a neat ponytail, slipped on a pair of sandals, and stood for a moment in front of the mirror. But my mind wasn’t on my reflection.

As I adjusted my top, the earlier confrontation with the triplets replayed in my mind. I couldn’t understand why Levi and Louis thought I loved Lennox more than them. I’d never shown favoritism... at least, not intentionally. Yes, I loved them differently, but never more or less. Or... was I doing something wrong without realizing it? Was it my words? My actions? My reactions?

The way Levi had spoken, it felt like he had been carrying that thought in his head for a long time. I inhaled deeply and spoke into the mirror as I stared at my reflection.

"What should I do?" I whispered to my wolf.

She was silent for a moment before finally speaking. "Maybe you should give Lennox less attention... and more to Louis and Levi."

I frowned, my hands tightening around the edge of the dresser. "That’s not fair," I whispered back. "I can’t just... ration my love like it’s something I can measure. They’re all mine. They’re all part of me. I love them in my own way, differently, yes—but not more, not less."

Still, the doubt lingered. My wolf’s words had planted a seed I didn’t like, but couldn’t ignore. I thought of the way Levi’s eyes had dimmed earlier... the way Louis had looked away instead of meeting my gaze. It was like they’d been holding that thought in for a long time, like this wasn’t the first time they’d wondered.

I sighed heavily and pressed my palms flat against the table, leaning closer to the mirror. "What am I supposed to do?" I muttered again.

No answer came this time. Just the steady thud of my heartbeat and the quiet hum of my thoughts—thoughts I wished I could silence.

Suddenly, that voice rebounded in my head... that voice which wasn’t that of my wolf.

"Just leave the three of them and be with Lord Frederick," she hissed.

My frown deepened as I glared right at the mirror in front of me, as if I could see her in it—not actually, but it was only my reflection.

"Over my dead body," I gritted my teeth.

She scoffed. "Then on your dead body it shall be," she spat, before vanishing as suddenly as she’d come.

Before I could dwell on what had just happened, a knock came on my door, but the person didn’t wait for me to ask them in before they pushed the door open. When I looked at the door through the mirror, I realized it was Mother.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turned around as I watched her approach where I stood. As I stared at her, I didn’t know what to feel... this woman was my mother. Ever since I knew of her existence, I had wanted to meet with her... have a lot of deep conversations that only mothers and daughters have. But with her... it felt different. Cold. Strained. Like we were strangers forced to share the same blood.

She stopped just a step away from me, her eyes scanning me as if trying to read what was in my mind. I didn’t speak. I didn’t trust my voice not to crack.

"You look troubled," she finally said, her tone soft but carrying that weight of authority she always wore like a crown.

She scoffed softly, giving me a pitiful look. "Love... such a fragile, dangerous thing. It blinds you. And right now, it’s going to get you killed. Frederick can protect you in ways those three never could."

"I don’t care!" I snapped, spinning to face her fully. "I don’t love him, I don’t want him, and I will never marry him!"

She studied me for a long moment, her eyes calculating, then her tone shifted from harsh to a whisper. "Fine," she said slowly, "if you’re so obsessed with those triplets, there’s... another way."

My brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

Her lips curved into the faintest of smiles. "You marry Frederick. You give him the title of being your husband, the appearance of a perfect union. And behind closed doors... you keep your little affair with the triplets. No one has to know. Frederick won’t care—as long as you play the part of his wife in public."

I stared at her, stunned. "You’re saying... I could marry him... and still..."

"Yes," she said without hesitation, stepping closer. "You get the safety, the power, the status. And you keep your lovers. You’d have it all, Olivia. What do you think?"

Her words hung in the air, heavy and poisonous, wrapping around my mind like smoke.

I didn’t answer. I just stood there, frozen... confused... wondering if she was insane.