Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 509

Chapter 509: Don’t Believe

Selene’s POV

Something inside me trembled—not because I believed him, but because a part of me wanted to. I pushed him away hard, my hands flat against his chest.

"Don’t," I snapped. "Don’t ever touch me again."

Frederick stepped back, his jaw tightening. I could see the flicker of pain in his eyes, but he didn’t move closer. "Selene—"

"What do you want to show me?" I cut him off sharply, folding my arms to keep my hands from shaking. "You didn’t drag me out here just to play games."

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Just answer one question first."

I frowned. "What question?"

He looked at me carefully, his voice calm but serious. "How was the relationship between your father and your mother before she died?"

The question caught me off guard. I blinked. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Just answer me," he said quietly.

I hesitated. "They weren’t close. My mother was kind, but Father—" I stopped. "He was... strict. Controlling. Why are you asking this?"

Instead of replying, he pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to me. "Watch this."

I looked at the screen. It was a video—shaky, recorded in a dim room. A woman appeared, sitting in front of the camera. She looked to be in her late forties, her eyes red like she’d been crying.

Then I saw him—Frederick—sitting across from her, his face calm but stern. "Tell her," he said in the video.

The woman’s voice trembled. "I... I did it. I poisoned her."

My blood ran cold.

Frederick’s voice came again in the video. "Why?"

She broke down, tears spilling. "Because your father paid me to."

My hands shook as I stared at the screen. "No..." I whispered. "No, that’s not true."

Frederick’s voice in real life was quiet. "It is."

I looked up at him, my voice cracking. "You told this woman to lie. You forced her to say that."

His expression stayed steady. "I didn’t."

"You’re lying!" I shouted, shoving the phone back into his chest. "You expect me to believe that my father killed my mother?"

Frederick met my eyes—hurt flashing across his face, but not anger. "I knew you wouldn’t believe me," he said softly. "That’s why I brought more proof."

"Come with me," Frederick said suddenly. His tone changed. "I know a witch. She can help you... see your mother. Just for a minute. I paid her a lot to do this."

My breath caught. "What?"

He stepped closer, his eyes fixed on me. "You don’t have to believe me. But if you talk to her—if you talk to your mother—you’ll know I’m not lying."

I shook my head slowly. "That’s impossible. My mother’s gone."

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