Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242: A Letter

Lennox’s POV

God, I wanted to pull away.

I wanted to end this madness.

But I couldn’t.

The kiss... it felt so damn good.

Too good.

Her lips were soft, warm—nothing like Olivia’s, yet somehow they still made my heart clench the same way. I hated it. I hated how my pain found comfort in someone else. But I didn’t stop.

She didn’t either.

My hands slid to her waist before I could think, and she leaned into me like she belonged there. The way her fingers curled against my chest... the way she exhaled like she had been holding her breath for hours...

It should’ve felt wrong.

It was wrong.

But at that moment, I didn’t care.

Because kissing her made the screaming in my head go quiet.

Just for a second.

Just enough to breathe.

But when we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless, the silence between us was louder than anything I’d ever heard.

Her eyes met mine, filled with a thousand questions neither of us had the answer to.

I looked away first, stepping back like I’d just been burned. The cold air rushed between us, but it did nothing to cool the heat rising in my chest.

"I... I didn’t mean to do that," I said hoarsely, running a hand through my hair.

"I know," she whispered. "Me neither."

A pause.

Then her voice, quiet again. "But... did you regret it?"

I hesitated.

My heart screamed yes.

My lips stayed silent.

Because truthfully... I didn’t know.

Did I regret it?

Did I feel guilty?

Was this betrayal to Damien?

"I don’t know," I said honestly.

Rebecca nodded slowly. "You’re hurting. I understand. I don’t expect anything from you, Lennox. I just... I saw you breaking, and I wanted to be there."

I clenched my jaw, trying to hold in the chaos surging inside me.

"Thank you," I said softly.

She nodded, and without another word, she left.

I slumped against the wall, shutting my eyes... my mind replaying that kiss over and over. Damn it, why did it feel so good and so right?

I shook my head hard. "Stop it, Lennox... she’s your uncle’s wife," I breathed out with a broken sigh. What the hell is happening to me? Minutes ago, I realized Olivia—the girl I’d loved my whole life—might be related to me, and now I’ve kissed Rebecca, who’s family. My uncle’s wife. What the hell is going on?

The door to the library creaked open, snapping me from my thoughts. I looked up to see my brothers stepping in.

They both wore the same worried, confused look.

They didn’t say anything at first.

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Just silence.

The kind that dripped heavier than any words could manage.

Louis finally leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his eyes distant. "I still can’t believe it."

"Me neither," Levi muttered, pacing slowly. "Our own parents... they forged those letters. Lied to us. Manipulated us."

"And Olivia..." Louis added quietly, "might be related to us."

I let out a bitter laugh. "What the hell even is our life?"

Louis shook his head. "It doesn’t make sense, man. None of it does. I keep going back and forth in my head. Trying to find a hole in the story. Something that would prove they were lying. Something that would make this all a sick misunderstanding."

"But they weren’t lying," Levi muttered. "You saw their faces. You heard their voices."

"Yeah," I said slowly, rubbing the back of my neck. "That’s what makes it worse."

For a moment, none of us spoke again. We were each stuck in our thoughts. Memories. Regrets.

Then Louis exhaled sharply and muttered, "What if Olivia was still alive?"

Both Levi and I looked at him instantly.

He didn’t take it back.

"If she was alive," he continued, his voice low and bitter, "we would’ve had to cut ties with her. Let go of everything we felt. Of everything we ever were."

Levi looked down. "Would we, though?"

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