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Triple Fated: A Romance Novel

Chapter 401
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Chapter 401: Such Love

Olivia's POV

| didn’t know what to say... how to react. This was not what | expected to see from him.

| expected the cold-hearted Lord Frederick. The monster who threatened me. The man who wantedso

desperately, not because of my abilities.

Not this man.

Not this broken figure before me, whose heart looked like it had been shattered into pieces a thousand times by

my great-grandmother.

And to imagine that after all these years—decades, centuries—he still loved her... it was unreal. Impossible. What

kind of love was this?

A woman who had lived her life, grown old, and died... yet he still loved her as though no years had passed at all.

His heart, his soul, had never moved on.

| swallowed hard, my wolf pacing uneasily inside me.

It wasn’t just obsession. It wasn’t just hunger.

This was love. Twisted, tragic, endless love.

| swallowed hard, my chest tight. For a moment, | imagined myself in his place.

What if it were me? What if, centuries from now, | was the one left behind... still young, still alive, while Lennox,

Levi, and Louis grew old and slipped away from me?

The thought alone nearly toreapart. | pictured their smiles fading with time, their strong hands growing frail,

their laughter silenced by age. My wolf whimpered at the image, clawing insideas though to erase it.

If that happened to me, could | ever move on? Could | ever let them go?

Maybe not. Maybe | would be just like him.

My gaze softened as | looked at Frederick. Broken. Bound to a ghost. A man who never let go.

"Frederick," | whispered, my voice shaking. "You have to move on. Hailee... she did. She had a family. A life. She

chose, and she lived. And she’s gone now." | hesitated, my throat tightening. "You can’t keep clinging to her

shadow forever."

He didn’t answer. He didn’t even move. Just stared out into the night, his face carved in pain.

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A tense, heavy, suffocating silence hung between us, and | finally turned, ready to walk away.

But then, just as my hand brushed the doorframe, his voice followed me.

"...Thank you."

| froze. Those words... they were the last thing | expected to hear. | didn’t turn back. | only closed my eyes,

swallowed hard, and kept walking.

When | got back to the room, I lay on my side, eyes wide open against the dim glow of the wall sconce. Sleep

refused to come. Instead, my thoughts tangled around Lord Frederick and Hailee.

| had never seen a love like his. So raw. So endless. So... consuming.

Didn't she see it? Didn't she realize how deeply he loved her? Was she blind to it?

My chest ached as the questions spun through me. What could have possibly made her turn away from that kind

of love?

And then realization hit me.

Sir Nathan.

The triplets’ great-grandfather.

A sudden wave of curiosity gripped me, and without giving it a second thought, | reached through the bond.

"Lennox... Louis... Levi..." My voice was soft, hesitant. "I need to know something."

Lennox’s presence stirred immediately. "What is it, Liv?"

| drew in a shaky breath. "Was your great-grandfather Nathan... Hailee’s mate?"

Louis answered without hesitation. "Yes. They were fated mates."

My heart thudded hard in my chest. | closed my eyes, letting out a long, heavy sigh.

Of course.

No wonder she never chose Frederick. No wonder she walked away from him, no matter how deeply he loved

her.

There was no bond stronger, no force greater, no pull more unbreakable than that of fated mates.

| closed my eyes, whispering to myself in the quiet, "No wonder..."

The truth was simple.

Hailee hadn't been blind. She hadn't ignored his love. She simply hadn't had a choice.

Frederick never returned that night.

By morning, | forced myself up, bathing quickly and slipping into fresh clothes before heading down to the dining

table.

Selene was already seated there with a plate of fruit before her.

My wolf bristled instantly.

| narrowed my eyes at her but turned instead to the nearest servant. "Where's Lord Frederick?"

The maid bowed her head politely. "He went for his morning run, my lady."

| nodded, turning my attention back to Selene. She lifted her gaze from her plate, meeting mine with an

unreadable look.

"We need to talk," I said firmly.

For a moment, she glared at me. Then, without a word, she pushed back her chair and stood.

She followed as | led her away from the servants’ ears, around the corner of the hall, where no one could

overhear us.

The moment we were alone, | folded my arms tightly across my chest, my eyes narrowing on her.

"Nice performance yesterday," | said coldly. "So... what's the next plan?"

Selene’s lips curved in a smirk, then she scoffed. "I don’t take orders from you, Olivia."

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My brow furrowed. "They promised you a fortune?" | asked, confused. | had no idea about this.

"What is it you were promised?" | asked desperately, hoping the triplets hadn’t made a ridiculous offer to her.

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Her cheek reddened instantly, and she cupped it with trembling fingers, her eyes wide and glassy like she was

about to cry.

By the tFrederick showed up, Selene was already clutching her face, painting herself as the fragile victim

once more.

And | stood there, frozen, my wolf snarling with disbelief.