Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 606

Chapter 606: killed?

Lennox’s POV

Shit.

Mother recognized me.

How was that even possible?

I didn’t have time to think about it. I couldn’t. The moment was heavy and tense. I knew I had to do something, and I had to do it really well.

I couldn’t let them find out my identity now.

I still hadn’t figured out who wanted me dead.

It could be anyone.

It could even be one of the people in this room.

And if I let myself be exposed now, I would never find out who tried to kill me.

So I acted.

"Excuse me, ma’am?" I asked, putting on my most confused voice. "I don’t understand."

Mother didn’t believe me.

She stepped closer and lifted her hand, touching my face. Her fingers trembled as they traced my cheek, her eyes searching me deeply, like she was trying to peel off the face I was wearing and find her son underneath.

My chest tightened.

I had to stop this.

Slowly, carefully, I took her hand and lowered it, keeping my movements calm and respectful. I made sure my face stayed steady. No fear. No shock. Just quiet confusion.

"Ma," I said gently, "I think you’re mistaken."

Her eyes filled with tears. "No," she whispered. "I know my son."

That hurt more than any blade ever had.

Levi took a step forward. "Mother—"

She lifted her hand, stopping him. Her gaze never left me.

"You look at me the way Lennox used to," she said. "You stand like him. You feel like him."

Louis shook his head, confused and shaken. "Mother, this is impossible. We buried Lennox."

I swallowed and bowed my head slightly. "I’m sorry for your loss," I said quietly. "Truly. But I am not him."

The room went silent.

I could feel Levi’s eyes burning into me. Suspicion. Anger. Pain. All mixed together.

Mother stepped back slowly, her hand covering her mouth. "Then why does my heart say otherwise?" she asked, almost to herself.

I kept my voice calm. "Grief can do that," I said. "It makes us see what we want to see."

Levi’s jaw tightened. "Why are you here?" he demanded. "Why do you keep showing up at the center of everything?"

I held Levi’s gaze and forced myself to breathe.

"I need you to understand something," I said quietly. "I have no intention toward Luna Olivia. None. I am not here to take her. I am not here to replace anyone. I am not here to stand between you."

My chest ached as I spoke, but I didn’t let it show.

"I didn’t choose to be close to her," I continued. "I was assigned. And I stayed because it was my duty. That’s all."

Levi’s jaw tightened. "Then explain her," he said. "Explain why everything falls apart when you’re around."

I swallowed hard.

"Because she is hurting," I said softly. "And you’re all too close to see it."

The words hung in the air.

"You think she’s choosing," I went on. "You think she’s turning away. But she’s not running toward anyone. She’s drowning."

Louis’s breath hitched.

"You question her. You pull at her. You demand answers when she barely has the strength to breathe," I said. "You ask her what she wants, but you never give her the space to figure it out."

Mother’s sharp inhale cut through the silence.

"You are breaking her," I said, my voice low. "Not because you don’t love her—but because you love her loudly, painfully, all at once."

"...such a tragic death," one of them murmured.

"Poison," another said quietly. "They said he collapsed before anyone could help."

My steps faltered.

"What death?" I asked calmly, joining them like I had just arrived.

They turned to me, surprised but not suspicious.

"You didn’t hear?" one guard said. "That guard from the lower wing. One of the packhouse guards."

My stomach dropped.

"The one who talked too much," another added. "They say he drank poison. By mistake, maybe. Or on purpose."

My blood ran cold.

I knew exactly who they meant.

The guard who Golden told me about... the guard who Golden said he caught talking to a maid about my planned death.

I forced my face to stay blank. "Poison?" I repeated. "Are you sure?"

They nodded. "That’s what the healers said. He was dead before they could do anything."

The world seemed to tilt.

So they silenced him.

Not because he was careless. Not because it was an accident.

Because he knew.

And now he was dead.

I thanked them quietly and walked away, my mind racing.

That confirmed it.

The person who tried to kill me hadn’t given up. They were still here. Still cleaning up loose ends.