Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 257

257 It Wasn’t Olivia

257 It Wasn’t Olivia

A heavy silence fell. My hands clenched at my sides, my anger rising.

With my heart racing, I stared at the body, wondering why Rebecca’s head was here. I knew nobody had opened this grave–it was scaled–so how? I exchanged bewildered glances with my brothers. They looked just as lost as I felt, but one thing was clear: this was not Olivia. But how did Rebecca’s head appear here?

She was Olivia.

The seer looked up, guilt written all over her face.

We all turned to him sharply. “What? What is it?” Louis asked.

“No… fucking way…” Dustin whispered, stumbling a step back.

Louis’s eyes widened slightly. Levi looked up, face pale. Silence.

“We need to watch him. Closely. Every step. Every move. If Olivia is alive–since she was never the one in that grave–then Damien’s the key to finding out where she is.”

“What does this even mean?” Louis asked quietly.

And then-

“I’m sure of it,” I said. “Too many things don’t add up. We never heard of Rebecca until he brought her here, claiming she was his wife. Did you notice how unbothered he’s been about her missing?”

I took a good look at the body again, and now, just staring at it, I realized my wolf was silent. He wasn’t mourning like he did.

“Explain?” Levi snapped. “You said that body was Olivia’s! You confirmed it yourself. You made us believe she was dead.”

Both my brothers nodded, and we all went silent.

“No,” I cut in. “We don’t trust you anymore.”

“But my son-” she pleaded.

One last glance at the decaying body, then I turned to the guards. “Take the body back

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to the mortuary.” With that, I walked away, my brothers at my sides.

Confused and growing uneasy, Levi, Louis, and I stepped forward. The guards lifted their flashlights, angling the beams downward. The light hit the inside of the coffin. And everything inside me froze.

I stood up slowly. “You better have something to explain,” I said coldly.

Louis stared at her in disbelief. “Who did this? Who forced you?”

“You what?”

“Go get the seer,” I ordered. Dustin nodded and left.

I exhaled shakily, gripping the edge of the table.

I stood from my chair, my jaw clenched.

“There’s only one person who might know,” I said firmly.

My brothers both nodded in agreement.

“We caught her trying to run away,” Dustin said. I narrowed my eyes. Louis folded his arms, his glare sharp. Levi stayed silent, his jaw tight.

“This doesn’t make sense… Rebecca was kidnapped, and now her head’s in the grave we buried Olivia in? The same head we thought belonged to Olivia? Even the blonde hair was gone–replaced with dark hair,” Levi said, confused.

Her knees gave way, and she dropped to the floor.

Back in our study, I turned to face them. They looked just as dumbfounded and confused as me.

We all froze as realization dawned. Our eyes locked on each other. The same thought hit us at once. The Rebecca we met… the one we kissed… the one we felt connected

to…

“Gods…” I breathed, staring.

“I–I can explain!”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. But let’s wait for the seer. She has a lot to explain.” I exhaled, my shoulders heavy.

257 It Wasn’t Olivia

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