Olivia’s POV
I couldn’t believe it. My ears felt hot. Did he really say that? Frederick wanted me to apologize to Selene—or she would do to me what I did to her? This was unbelievable... it felt like a dream.
"Apologize?" I asked, lifting a brow.
"Yes," he said, his face cold and hard.
I gave a small laugh, then nodded. "Okay."
I walked toward Selene, my heels clicking on the floor. She stood still, her lips curved as if she had already won.
I stopped right in front of her. Then, without warning, I raised my hand and—Smack!
The slap rang loud in the room. Selene’s head jerked to the side, her hair flying across her face.
"That," I said, my voice low and full of rage, "was the slap I didn’t give back."
Her eyes went wide in shock, and for once she didn’t look so sweet. She couldn’t act innocent.
Frederick’s eyes darkened, his whole body tense, like he was about to explode, but I didn’t care.
He stormed toward me, his aura flaring, choking the air. His hand shot up, and my breath caught—he was this close to hitting me. My wolf growled, ready to fight, but I stood tall, refusing to flinch.
"Enough!" Frederick roared. His chest rose and fell fast as he glared at me. "What the hell is wrong with you? Acting like some jealous little brat?"
I clenched my jaw, my hands curling into fists. "She deserved it," I spat. "She’s not as innocent as she looks."
But Frederick’s rage only grew. He glared at me, and I could see he was just a string away from hitting me. "You think this is a game? First you act like you don’t want me, like I’m nothing to you. Now you see Selene and suddenly you attack her like a madwoman?!" His voice shook with fury. "You’re out of control, Olivia!"
Selene whimpered softly behind him, holding her cheek, her tears sliding down as if she had been the one wronged. Frederick glanced back at her, and that only made my blood boil more.
He turned to me again, his hand trembling as if he was still fighting the urge to strike. "You are becoming more unbearable by the day. I can’t stand you." he spat.
I scoffed and folded my arms. "It’s simple—let me go. Break the vow and let me go."
He scoffed and shook his head. "Never happening. You think I’m a fool? You think I don’t know why you are acting this way? You want me to get irritated and let you go... but that is never happening, Olivia. You are mine forever."
My frown deepened. What the hell is wrong with this man? What is his obsession with me?
Ignoring me, he turned to a crying Selene and cupped her face with both hands like he was holding something fragile. "Just forget about her, okay?" he pleaded.
Selene, who was great at her act, nodded through tears, and then Frederick glared at me before leading Selene away.
I was enraged, but I forced myself to remain calm while I established a mind link with the triplet.
"I don’t trust Selene—" I started, breathless.



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