Olivia’s POV
She didn’t respond.
Not a word.
I had expected Selene to snap, to shout at me, to curse me for spouting such nonsense. But instead... she just looked away. Her lips trembled, and her silence gave me the only answer I needed.
My eyes widened, fear rushing through me like ice.
If she had truly fallen for him... if Selene was in love with Frederick... then she would never have the guts to kill him.
And the Selene sitting calmly before me was no longer the same woman I had met days ago. That Selene had been fierce, heart like stone, her eyes sharp and cold with nothing but revenge. But this one? She looked... softer. Shaken. Almost fragile.
Different. So very different.
It was strange—how quickly love, or something like it, could change a person.
"This is ridiculous!" I spat, unable to stop myself. "You were supposed to kill him, not fall in love with him!"
My voice came out too loud, echoing through the walls. I quickly clamped my mouth shut, my heart hammering, my eyes darting toward the door to make sure Frederick wasn’t lurking close enough to overhear.
I drew a shaky breath, lowering my tone, but the anger in me still burned. "Do you even realize what you’re doing, Selene? You’re ruining everything. The plan. Our chance. Everything we’ve worked for."
I hated how my voice cracked.
The worst part? I understood.
Frederick was so damn handsome. His silver hair, aura, his sharp beauty, his commanding presence—it was too easy for anyone to be drawn in. Too easy to imagine yourself falling into his arms, losing yourself in him.
But Selene? The one who had sworn her only purpose in life was revenge? The one who had carried hatred for him all these years? She was supposed to be the one person immune to his charms.
And now... she looked like she was crumbling.
My frown deepened. "Speak... why aren’t you speaking?" I demanded, my patience wearing thin.
Selene’s lips trembled, but no words left her mouth. She just looked away, her eyes darting anywhere but mine.
That was it. I knew I would not get any answers from her.
Fine. If she wouldn’t talk, then I would get my answers somewhere else. My chest burning with anger, I stormed out of the room. My steps were quick and sharp as I went down the hall and straight to Frederick’s study.
Without knocking, I shoved the door open and barged in.
There he was, standing behind the open window, his back turned against me as he glanced outside.
"Are you fucking Selene?" I spat, the words flying out before I could stop them.
He didn’t deny it. He didn’t admit it either. He just continued staring outside the window, his back tensed. And that silence gave me the answer I needed.
Yes. They had.
I took a step forward, my voice low, trembling with both rage and fear. "Are you in love with her?"
The words hung in the air as I waited for Frederick to say something, but he just stood there with his back to me, staring out of the window as though the evening sky held more worth than my question.


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