Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: knowing more about him

Olivia's POV

An awkward silence filled the air. It wasn't the type of uncomfortable silence that made you want to squirm or run away—it was just tense. Heavy. Like the room itself was holding its breath.

Maybe it was because we were stuck in this closed space, the air thick, and he… God, he was attractive. Too attractive. The kind of man who made you forget your own name for a second if you weren't careful.

His dark hair was messily styled, like he had just run his fingers through it in frustration—or maybe it just grew that perfect. His jawline was criminal, sharp enough to cut glass, and his eyes… damn it, his eyes. That lazy, heavy-lidded stare that made you feel like he could see things you didn't even know about yourself. His broad shoulders strained against his shirt, and the sleeves were rolled up, showing off forearms that had no business looking that good.

He was hot. Objectively, dangerously hot.

But deep down, no matter how hard I tried to deny it, no matter how my brain screamed at me to appreciate what was sitting right in front of me… he still wasn't them.

He wasn't him.

Or him.

Or him.

I cursed myself under my breath.

Pathetic, I thought savagely. Absolutely fucking pathetic.

"So how is life being the mate and wife of the famous triplet alphas?" the handsome stranger asked.

I frowned. "Just one word to sum it up. Hell."

The handsome stranger smiled at my words, revealing his beautiful set of arranged teeth that reminded me so much of Levi. But I cursed myself and pushed the thought of him away.

"You know, many ladies would kill to be in your position."

I rolled my eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn't get stuck at the back of my head.

"Yeah?" I scoffed, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. "Then they can gladly take my place. Hell, I'll even gift-wrap it for them."

The handsome stranger chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that danced along my skin like an unwanted caress. I hated how my body reacted, goosebumps breaking out even though I was glaring at him like he had personally offended me.

"You don't mean that," he said smoothly, his voice low and teasing.

"I mean every goddamn word," I snapped, harsher than I intended, but I didn't care. The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but they were true.

He tilted his head, regarding me with a strange glint in his eyes, almost like he was trying to peel me open and read every raw, bleeding page inside. I hated it. I hated how it reminded me of them—how they always saw too much.

"Must be hard," he said finally, voice dropping an octave, "being tied to men who don't want you."

My throat tightened.freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Don't you dare cry, Olivia.

I forced a smile and looked away.