Chapter 3: Under The Sun

Olivia’s POV

“Start talking, Olivia… before I lose my patience,” Levi demanded, his voice laced with anger.

I stood frozen, unable to form words as I struggled to process the accusation. Again. I was being accused of stealing—again.

“Olivia!” His voice thundered through the room. “Don’t make me lose my patience! Where is the bundle of dollar notes I kept in my drawer? Speak, you thief!”

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My eyes widened in shock. But Before I could respond, the door to Levi’s room burst open, and Louis stormed in, seething with rage.

“Olivia, where is the money I kept in my drawer?” Louis demanded.

I took a step back, my breath hitching as both Levi and Louis glared at me with fiery rage. My heart pounded in my chest—not out of guilt, but out of sheer disbelief. This wasn’t happening. Not again.

“I didn’t take anything,” I managed to say, my voice trembling.

Levi scoffed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Really? Then tell us who else could have taken it. Who else enters our room if not you?”

Louis folded his arms, his frown deepening. “Don’t play innocent, Olivia. Just return the money and save us all the drama.”

Tears gathered in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. At least not now.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I forced myself to speak. “I didn’t take your money,” I repeated, louder this time, my voice shaking with suppressed emotion. “I would never steal from any of you.”

“Liar!”

I flinched at the new voice and turned to see Lennox standing at the doorway. His eyes, filled with cold hatred, locked onto mine.

“The necklace I bought for Anita is missing too,” he announced, turning to his brothers.

All three of them—Levi, Louis, and Lennox—looked at me as if I were the worst kind of filth.

Levi was the first to walk toward me, and out of panic, I tried to run away, but it was useless. I was surrounded by the triplets.

Levi pinned me against the wall, lifting my hands above my head while his burning glare was staring right into my eyes.

“This is your last chance to confess and return what you stole, or you’ll be dealt with accordingly,” he threatened.

A tear slid down my cheek as I met his angry gaze. I knew, regardless of what I said, they would never believe that I didn’t steal from them. They would never believe that their precious Anita was the one stealing from them.

“One… two…” Levi began counting, and all I could do was shed more tears.

I sobbed silently, knowing the punishment for stealing in this household was brutal. Some thieves were thrown into the dungeons, like my father. Others had their hands chopped off. Some faced even worse fates.

As Levi counted, my mind raced. Would I end up like my father, rotting in a dungeon? Or worse?

“Ten.”

He released my wrists and took a step back.