Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 492

Chapter 492: Four years

Olivia’s POV

Four years later

The sound of giggles filled the living room, followed by the unmistakable crash of something breaking. I didn’t even bother turning right away—I’d gotten used to it by now. Life with three boys meant chaos came with the sunrise.

"Alright," I called from the kitchen, setting down the towel. "Who did it this time?"

Silence.

Three identical faces turned toward me—wide-eyed, innocent, and equally suspicious.

I crossed my arms, trying not to laugh. "Don’t all stare at me like that. One of you broke something."

The three of them stood in a perfect line, same height, same messy dark hair, same mischievous smile that could melt stone. Even after four years, I still struggled to tell them apart unless I looked closely.

Liam. Leon. Leo.

My little miracles. My little troublemakers.

Sometimes I still couldn’t believe how much they looked alike—not just similar, but exactly the same. Even their voices carried the same rhythm, the same teasing lilt when they tried to talk their way out of trouble.

"Wasn’t me," Liam said first, blinking those big sea-blue eyes that looked exactly like mine.

Leon immediately pointed at his brother. "He’s lying!"

Leo frowned and crossed his arms. "You’re both lying!"

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "You three are going to drive me mad one of these days."

The broken vase on the floor didn’t help their case. I crouched to pick it up, muttering to myself, "Your fathers are going to kill me when they find out..."

The boys exchanged glances—the silent kind that always meant they were about to bolt.

"Don’t even think about it," I said without looking up.

Tiny feet shuffled in place. Then stillness.

Good. They knew better than to run.

I straightened and turned toward them, one brow raised. "So, are we going to tell the truth, or do I have to call your fathers?"

Instant panic.

Levi’s and Louis’ names still worked like a spell.

Before they could answer, his deep voice echoed from the hallway. "What’s going on here?"

The boys froze. I hid a smile. Perfect timing.

Levi stepped into the room, tall and composed, though I caught the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth when he saw the scene—the three identical boys lined up like soldiers, the shattered vase behind them, and me trying to look stern.

He folded his arms. "Alright, which one of you did it?"

Again—silence.

Three identical mouths pressed shut.

Levi arched an eyebrow. "I’m waiting."

Liam shifted first, glancing at his brothers as if silently negotiating who’d take the blame. No one moved.

Finally, Levi sighed and walked closer. "You do realize I can tell when one of you lies, right?"

Three pairs of sea-blue eyes blinked up at him, unconvinced.

He crouched down to their level, his voice calm but firm. "Tell me what happened."

Leo, the youngest by only a few minutes, cracked first. "We were playing ball inside... and the ball hit the table."

Levi nodded slowly. "So it was an accident."

All three nodded—too quickly.

"And who kicked the ball?" he pressed.

Dead silence again.

I bit back a laugh, pretending to look busy wiping the counter.

After a long pause, Leon raised his hand halfway, mumbling, "It was me... but Liam told me to."

"Did not!" Liam protested immediately.

"Did too!"

"Boys," Levi warned.

They both went silent instantly, but Leo—oh, little Leo—couldn’t resist whispering under his breath, "It was Liam."

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering, "Moon Goddess, give me strength."

I chuckled softly. "Now you know how I feel every morning."

He shot me a look that said not helping.

The boys looked between us, their identical faces twisting into the same sheepish grin.

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