Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 514

Chapter 514: The Call

Sofia’s POV

My phone rang just as I was about to step out of my room.

The screen showed an unknown number. For a second, I thought about ignoring it, but something inside me said to answer.

"Hello?" I said softly.

There was a short silence before a man’s voice came through, low and calm. "Sofia."

My brow furrowed. "Who is this?" I asked.

"Who I am doesn’t matter," he said. "What matters is that you know the kind of man Damien truly is."

I frowned. "What are you talking about?"

He let out a slow breath. "Damien had an affair with Rebecca—your late best friend."

The name hit me like a slap. "What?"

"She got pregnant," the man continued. "But Damien didn’t want the child. He asked her to get rid of it. She refused. She said she’d keep the baby no matter what. And so... he killed her."

My throat closed. "No," I whispered, shaking my head even though he couldn’t see me. "That’s a lie."

"It’s not," he said, his tone sharper now. "Deep down, you already know the truth. You just don’t want to accept it."

My hand started shaking. "You don’t know what you’re saying."

"I know enough," the man replied coldly. "Think, Sofia. Who did Rebecca talk to last before she died? Damien. Who was the last to see her alive? Damien. Why was Olivia’s body switched with hers?"

I froze. I didn’t want to listen, but my mind had already started putting the pieces together.

Rebecca’s last call had been to Damien.

The scarf—yes, I’d seen it there before.

The exchange of bodies... I remembered.

My heart pounded so hard it hurt. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice trembling. "How do you know all this?"

He paused for a second. "I can’t tell you that," he said finally. "I can’t trust you not to tell your Alpha. Because if you do, he’ll come for me. And I won’t survive that."

"Wait—!" I cried.

But the line went dead.

The call was over.

I just stood there, holding the phone, my hands shaking.

Everything around me felt heavy.

I didn’t want to believe it, but the things he said made too much sense.

Rebecca’s last call.

The scarf.

The body exchange.

Tears filled my eyes. "No," I whispered. "No, he wouldn’t..."

My heart hurt. The man I loved—the man I trusted—could he really have done something so cruel?

Then I heard a sound.

Footsteps.

I turned quickly.

Damien was standing in the doorway.

My heart almost stopped.

He looked calm, but his eyes... his eyes were cold.

"Who was that on the phone?" he asked softly.

I froze, clutching the phone to my chest.

He took a step closer. "Sofia," he said again, his voice lower. "Who were you talking to?"

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