Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: 91-His Wish Is My Command

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"Now it’s up to you how you’re going to make this smooth for yourself. And don’t even think about complaining to the Alpha King brothers. They cherish me as their brother. So practically, it’s up to you."

He shrugged.

"Come to my house. You can get the address from the files, and we’ll even it out."

He raised his hands dramatically and stepped back.

Then the elevator doors opened, and he walked out.

As I watched him leave, I slowly lowered my hands and smiled.

He wanted a little taste of me?

Sure.

I wouldn’t mind doing that.

That day, I did not go home.

Instead, I went into the woods and changed into what I called my revenge clothes.

Black high-waisted jeans, a white sweater that rolled up at the hem, and a black hoodie that I pulled over my head to conceal my face.

Then I put on a surgical mask and continued my journey.

I knew Oliver. I knew his patterns.

I knew he wouldn’t just go home and sit around quietly. He would definitely go back out.

So I gathered all the information I could on him.

The moment I found out he was heading to his new favorite coffee shop on the island, I decided to follow him.

It wasn’t that hard.

Oliver always preferred deserted places during the morning.

And at night, he liked wild nights filled with people and crowds.

I kept my hands buried inside my hoodie’s pockets as I followed him from a distance.

Oliver went into the café, just as I had been informed he would, and I waited around the corner, watching him through the glass window.

He got his order, definitely checked out women, and made several others uncomfortable as he walked past them, purposely brushing his elbows against their breasts.

Some of them grimaced.

The others stopped them from reacting because they probably recognized him as Gigi’s brother.

Then he walked out, smirking proudly as if he had done something good.

He was holding a coffee cup in one hand and his phone in the other.

He looked relaxed and completely unaware of his surroundings.

I lowered my head and adjusted my pace.

The street ahead of him was quiet.

There were no pedestrians, no parked cars, and no witnesses.

A perfect place to commit a crime.

I crossed the road at an angle and quickened my steps.

Oliver stepped off the curb, heading toward his car.

Then I slammed into him from the side, pushing him into the narrow street I had my eyes on.

"What the hell?" he groaned.

Coffee flew from his hand as he stumbled forward. He nearly fell but managed to catch himself.

That was all the opening I needed.

I closed the distance immediately.

Before he could properly turn around, I pulled a trash bag over his head.

"What the fuck?" I heard him grunt.

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