Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 508

Chapter 508: Meet Up

Selene’s POV

"Why should I believe you?" I asked, frowning. "You might want to kill me."

On the other end, I heard him exhale sharply—the sound of a man fighting for patience. "Stop it," he said tightly. "You know I will never kill you. I like you, Selene."

"Like me?" I gave a bitter laugh. "Or do you mean you like my body?"

"Selene," his tone dropped—low, rough, strained. "Don’t do that."

I smirked even though he couldn’t see it. "Do what? Say the truth to your face?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Don’t make this hard." His voice hardened. "You think I like this? You think I enjoy chasing after the woman who’s been trained to put a blade in my chest?"

Something twisted in my stomach—not fear. Something else. "Then why are you calling?"

"Because I want to prove my innocence," he snapped. "Not to anyone. I don’t care what anyone thinks. But you... I care what you think about me, and you’re still the only person who deserves to know what really happened to her."

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence stretched, heavy and sharp, until I realized how ridiculous it was that his anger almost made me smile. God, I was supposed to hate this man. But look at me—listening to the sound of his voice like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

He must’ve sensed the shift because his tone softened again. "Please," he said, quieter this time. "Come, Selene. Just come. Let me explain everything."

"I can’t," I said under my breath.

"Why not?"

"I’m grounded," I admitted, hating how small my voice sounded when I said it.

There was a pause—then his voice rose, rough and furious. "He what?"

I winced. I could feel the heat of his anger even through the phone, a wild energy pushing through the connection. "Selene, if he laid a hand on you—"

"Frederick, don’t—"

"I’m coming there," he cut in, his voice sharp and angry. "Right now."

My heart skipped. "No! You can’t."

"You think I’ll just sit back while that bastard locks you up?"

"You’ll make it worse!" I hissed, glancing at the door like he could somehow appear there. "If you show up here, it’ll be war. My father and brother won’t hesitate to attack you."

"I don’t care."

"Well, I do!" I snapped, desperate now. "Please, Frederick. Don’t come. I’ll... I’ll sneak out. Just give me an hour."

He went silent for a moment, and then finally, through gritted teeth, "Fine. But if you’re not there, I’m coming."

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