Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146: 146-The Alpha King Of My Dreams

Jenna:

Ever since I was old enough to understand, I had considered Lady Lucille my grandmother.

My mother was maybe eighteen or nineteen, when her parents died.

After that, Lady Lucille took care of her.

Later, my mother got married, a decision Lady Lucille was never happy about.

But when you’re in love, you’re just in love.

Sadly, my father was never treated with much respect afterward.

I guess my mother realized very quickly that she wanted to marry into a higher rank, and he simply wasn’t enough for her.

There were times when I wanted to stand up for my father, but then there was Lady Lucille.

I had a privileged life because of her.

Even after my mother lost her status, I continued to live comfortably, all thanks to Lady Lucille.

So how could I throw all of that away? I had no choice but to bow my head to everything Lady Lucille said.

To be honest, I did it because I genuinely liked her.

She was like a grandmother to me.

I was always closer to Lady Lucille than I ever was to my own parents.

Growing up, Lady Lucille always told me one thing, that Ragnar and I were perfect for each other.

She never stopped saying he was the right match for me.

"What is it, Mom?" I asked as I entered her room.

She grabbed my arm and sat me down on the bed.

My mother rarely intervened in my life.

She let Lady Lucille decide everything for me, from the gowns I wore to the hairstyle I would have next.

So whenever she pulled me into her room like this and closed the door behind us for a private conversation, I knew it was serious.

"Have you had a chance to talk to Ragnar?" my mother asked, pulling a stool in front of the bed and sitting down so she could watch me closely.

"No," I replied casually.

"Take some interest in your fucking life, Jen."

My mother leaned forward and gave the back of my head a light slap.

It was more of a playful tap than a real hit, just enough to ’wake me up,’ as she liked to say.

"Ouch," I complained, rubbing the back of my head.

That was an exaggeration. She hadn’t hit me that hard.

"Why? Why would talking to Ragnar have anything to do with my life?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

I already knew where she was going with this.

"Do you have any idea what would happen if it were you instead of Gigi? Ragnar is very powerful."

My mother went off on another tangent about Ragnar, explaining how important he was and how much power I would have if I were with him.

"Mom, I don’t want that much power. I wouldn’t even know what to do with it. Besides, Ragnar isn’t my type. He’s harsh and rude. He honestly scares me," I complained, pouting.

"What the fuck do you mean he isn’t your type? Alpha King Ragnar is everyone’s type," my mother grunted, still refusing to understand my point.

"Mom, that’s because he’s good-looking, powerful, and rich. Other than that, don’t you see how he doesn’t even look at people when he talks to them? He’s so arrogant," I said, pouting as I looked down.

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