Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 401

Chapter 401: Such Love

Olivia’s POV

I didn’t know what to say... how to react. This was not what I expected to see from him.

I expected the cold-hearted Lord Frederick. The monster who threatened me. The man who wanted me so desperately, not because of my abilities.

Not this man.

Not this broken figure before me, whose heart looked like it had been shattered into pieces a thousand times by my great-grandmother.

And to imagine that after all these years—decades, centuries—he still loved her... it was unreal. Impossible. What kind of love was this?

A woman who had lived her life, grown old, and died... yet he still loved her as though no years had passed at all. His heart, his soul, had never moved on.

I swallowed hard, my wolf pacing uneasily inside me.

It wasn’t just obsession. It wasn’t just hunger.

This was love. Twisted, tragic, endless love.

I swallowed hard, my chest tight. For a moment, I imagined myself in his place.

What if it were me? What if, centuries from now, I was the one left behind... still young, still alive, while Lennox, Levi, and Louis grew old and slipped away from me?

The thought alone nearly tore me apart. I pictured their smiles fading with time, their strong hands growing frail, their laughter silenced by age. My wolf whimpered at the image, clawing inside me as though to erase it.

If that happened to me, could I ever move on? Could I ever let them go?

Maybe not. Maybe I would be just like him.

My gaze softened as I looked at Frederick. Broken. Bound to a ghost. A man who never let go.

"Frederick," I whispered, my voice shaking. "You have to move on. Hailee... she did. She had a family. A life. She chose, and she lived. And she’s gone now." I hesitated, my throat tightening. "You can’t keep clinging to her shadow forever."

He didn’t answer. He didn’t even move. Just stared out into the night, his face carved in pain.

A tense, heavy, suffocating silence hung between us, and I finally turned, ready to walk away.

But then, just as my hand brushed the doorframe, his voice followed me.

"...Thank you."

I froze. Those words... they were the last thing I expected to hear. I didn’t turn back. I only closed my eyes, swallowed hard, and kept walking.

When I got back to the room, I lay on my side, eyes wide open against the dim glow of the wall sconce. Sleep refused to come. Instead, my thoughts tangled around Lord Frederick and Hailee.

I had never seen a love like his. So raw. So endless. So... consuming.

Didn’t she see it? Didn’t she realize how deeply he loved her? Was she blind to it?

My chest ached as the questions spun through me. What could have possibly made her turn away from that kind of love?

And then realization hit me.

Sir Nathan.

The triplets’ great-grandfather.

A sudden wave of curiosity gripped me, and without giving it a second thought, I reached through the bond.

"Lennox... Louis... Levi..." My voice was soft, hesitant. "I need to know something."

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