Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 423

Chapter 423: Missing

Frederick’s POV

It was almost evening, and still no sign of Olivia.

She hadn’t shown up since she stormed off yesterday. At first, I thought she just needed a little time, that she’d calm down and come back on her own. She didn’t even need to apologize; just come back. But she didn’t.

My eyes drifted to the wall clock. It’s five p.m. already. Nothing. Not a single glimpse of her.

"Should I call her?" I muttered under my breath. But my pride tightened in my chest. No. She was the one who should be apologizing. She was the one who accused me of things she didn’t understand.

She had been jealous. Acting jealous.

But then... she wasn’t wrong.

I rubbed a hand over my face. Olivia had been right about my interest in Selene, even when I tried to pretend otherwise. And now that Selene and I had crossed that line—now that we’d had sex—I didn’t even know what to do with myself.

Should I follow Selene’s suggestion and act like it never happened? Go back to Olivia, fulfill the prophecy like I’m supposed to? That’s what I’d been thinking since last night. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t get Selene out of my head.

And it’s not just me.

She’s been avoiding me all day.

She hasn’t left her room once. Not a sound from behind that door. It makes me wonder—does she regret it so much that she can’t even look at me now?

And what did she mean when she said she "has a man"?

My brow furrowed deeply. Of course she would. A woman like Selene—so devastatingly beautiful—men should be lining up for her. Yet she never let them touch her. Until me. And now she dares call it a mistake.

I leaned back, staring at the ceiling, my chest tight with questions.

Finally, I grabbed my phone and dialed Olivia’s number.

"Pick up," I muttered under my breath, pacing across the room. The line rang once, twice—then cut off. The number you are trying to reach is switched off.

I froze, staring at the screen. Switched off? Olivia never switched off her phone.

My jaw tightened. Fine. If she wouldn’t answer me, I’d find out another way. I scrolled down my contacts and pressed Calvin’s name.

He answered on the second ring, his voice sharp and impatient. "What do you want, Frederick?"

I clenched my teeth, ignoring his tone. "Is Olivia home?"

There was a pause, then his voice came back annoyed and angry. "No. She’s not here."

Before I could ask anything else, he ended the call.

I lowered the phone slowly, my chest burning with frustration.

Where the hell was she?

My mind twisted with ugly thoughts. Was she with the triplets? Had she gone crawling back to them after everything?

The idea made something black coil inside me.

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