Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84: Hand it over

Olivia's POV

We made our way down the hallway, the air tense, our footsteps echoing off the walls like a countdown ticking in my ears. No one said a word. I didn't know what scared me more—finding out who it was… or not finding anything at all.

As we neared the control room, I could see the tightness in Lennox's shoulders, the way his hands curled into fists at his sides. He was pissed. Possessively pissed.

Louis punched in the code to unlock the door, and the heavy steel slid open.

Inside, the room was dim, lit only by the glow of monitors lining the walls. Dozens of feeds showed every angle of the house, the grounds, and the front gate.

Lennox didn't hesitate. He moved like a man on a mission, fingers flying across the controls as he pulled up the timestamped footage from earlier this morning.

We all leaned in, holding our breath.

And then—

"There," Levi pointed sharply.

The screen showed a tall figure approaching the entrance, dressed in black, hoodie pulled low, and face hidden beneath the shadows of a cap. They moved swiftly, confidently—too confidently. They bent down, placed the box gently in front of the door, then turned and walked off.

My heart was pounding in my chest as Lennox froze the frame. He zoomed in, trying to catch even a glimpse of a defining feature, but the figure had been careful—too careful.

"Damn it," Lennox muttered.

Louis leaned closer. "They know where the cameras are… look at the angle. They're deliberately avoiding a clear shot."

Lennox's jaw tightened as he rewound the clip, replaying the figure's smooth exit.

"That's not some random admirer," Levi muttered. "That's someone who knows how to move around the mansion."

Lennox stepped back from the monitors, his breathing heavy. "Levi, find out who was on patrol at that hour. If someone let them in, I'll have their head."

He turned abruptly and looked right at me for the first time since we entered the room. His gaze pinned me in place.

"Whoever this is, tell him I'm coming for his head."

I swallowed hard, unsure whether I should be scared or… strangely flattered.

Because something about the way Lennox said it—possessive, dark, furious—sounded less like he was jealous…

Confused, I left them at the control room and went back to the table, where Anita was still seated.

"Has your lover been revealed?" she asked, sounding curious. Obviously, I was by now certain she had no hand in it.

I ignored her question and picked up the box of jewelry again, staring down at it. Whoever sent this had money—serious money. The set of gold jewelry gleamed, exquisite and expensive.

I sat back at the table, the box of gold jewelry resting lightly in my lap.

The sound of hurried footsteps got my attention.

I looked up just in time to see all three brothers re-enter the dining room—Lennox in the lead, storming toward me like a thundercloud about to break. His eyes were locked on the box in my lap, dark and burning with emotion I couldn't name.

"Give it to me," he said sharply, stopping just in front of me.

I blinked. "What?"

"The box, Olivia. Hand it over."

I stared up at him. "No."

His jaw tensed, his nostrils flaring. "I said give it to me. I want it gone."

I stood, holding the box tightly against my chest. "You already burned the teddy bear. I let you do that, even though it was a harmless gift. But this?" I shook my head. "No. I'm not letting you destroy this too. This is expensive."

He took a step closer, his presence towering, his anger suffocating. "You think this means something? You think I can't get hundreds of them for you with just a snap of my fingers?"

"But you never did," I shot back, my voice rising. "What you couldn't give, someone else did."

Lennox's eyes flashed. "Really? So gifts were your problem? You wanted them? Is that what you told him?"

I glared at him, breath trembling. "Gifts were never my problem, and I don't need your damn gifts, Lennox."