Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 153

153 What was written in their

Letters

Olivia’s POV

I took the envelope from Levi’s hand, my fingers brushing his for a moment. There was something so heavy in his eyes, like this one small paper held a piece of his soul. Just then, Louis walked in. He didn’t speak, just quietly held out another envelope. It was the same color, the same handwriting on the front.

I swallowed hard, a strange tightness forming in my

chest.

Something inside me told me… whatever was inside these envelopes–I had seen it before.

I looked down at Levi’s envelope. Slowly, carefully, I opened it.

Inside was a letter. Folded neatly.

My heart thudded as I unfolded the paper and began to read.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY OLI,

I WISH I COULD STOP FEELING THIS WAY. I’VE TRIED. GODDESS KNOWS I’VE TRIED.

YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO MATTER THIS MUCH TO ME. NOT LIKE THIS. WE ARE YOUNG. FRIENDS. BUT SOMETHING CHANGED, AND I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO STOP IT. I STARTED NOTICING

EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU–YOUR SMILE, THE WAY YOUR EYES LIGHT UP WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT THINGS YOU LOVE, THE WAY YOU FIGHT FOR THE PEOPLE YOU CARE ABOUT. AND BEFORE I KNEW IT, I

WAS IN DEEP.

I THINK I’VE BEEN FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR A LONG TIME, EVEN BEFORE I KNEW WHAT THAT

MEANT.

I KNOW YOU ARE YOUNG. AND MAYBE YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THAT YET. MAYBE YOU’RE

CONFUSED. I GET IT. I DON’T EXPECT ANYTHING FROM YOU. I JUST NEEDED YOU TO KNOW… THAT YOU’RE MORE THAN A FRIEND TO ME. YOU’RE EVERYTHING. AND I LOVE YOU.

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I froze.

My chest tightened.

This… this was a confession of love.

From Levi.

Levi had loved me all along.

Tears pricked my eyes, but I blinked fast, swallowing the lump in my throat.

I reached into the envelope again–and pulled out another folded note. My supposed response.

I opened it.

And my heart dropped.

It was the same message.

The exact same one that was sent to Lennox.

I turned sharply to Lennox. “Get your envelope,” I said, my voice calm but authoritative.

He nodded and left the room without a word.

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I turned to Louis and opened his envelope next. My hands were shaking now, and I had to steady them.

Another letter.

OLIVIA,

YOU DRIVE ME INSANE.

YOU CONFUSE ME, YOU DISTRACT ME, YOU MAKE EVERYTHING COMPLICATED. AND YET–EVERY TIME YOU WALK INTO A ROOM, IT’S LIKE I FORGET HOW

TO BREATHE.

I’VE TRIED TO PRETEND I DON’T FEEL THIS WAY. I’VE JOKED ABOUT IT. TEASED YOU. TEASED MYSELF. BUT NONE OF THAT MAKES IT EASIER. YOU’RE UNDER MY SKIN, LIV.

AND THE WORST PART? I DON’T EVEN WANT TO STOP FEELING THIS. BECAUSE LOVING YOU… EVEN SECRETLY… EVEN SILENTLY… IT’S THE ONE THING THAT MAKES ME FEEL REAL.

I DON’T KNOW IF YOU FEEL ANYTHING BACK. I GET IT IF YOU DON’T. BUT I HAD TO SAY IT. I HAD TO LET YOU KNOW–JUST ONCE–THAT YOU MATTER

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TO ME IN A WAY NO ONE ELSE EVER WILL.

Another confession.

Louis had written one too.

All three of them.

Each one of them had loved me. And I never knew.

I stared at the paper in my hand, my throat burning.

This was everything I ever wanted.

My secret dream since I was a little girl.

To be loved by these men… to matter to them more than a little friend.

I almost let the tears fall–but I stopped them. No. Not

yet.

I reached into Louis’s envelope again.

And there it was.

The same response. Word for word.

Cold and hurtful,

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My hands shook so hard, the paper crumpled in my

grip. I didn’t even realize I was trembling until Levi reached out, only for me to jerk away.

I clutched the paper in my hand, feeling rage rise

inside me.

Someone had forged those replies, sent the same thing to the three brothers, and they all believed it.

Just then, Lennox came in with his envelope, and I didn’t bother opening it. Rather, I threw everything on the floor at them. “Pick them up and read it,” I spat in anger, my eyes blurring with tears.

They all stood frozen as the letters lay scattered across the floor.

“Pick them up,” I said again, my voice sharp and cracking.

They staked at me for a second–stunned–but slowly obeyed.

Levi picked up Lennox’s.

Lennox picked up Levi’s.

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Louis picked up his but leaned over to read the letter in Lennox’s hand.

The room went still as the three brothers read through letters that didn’t belong to them.

Their eyes scanned the pages… then widened.

Brows furrowed.

Mouths opened slightly in disbelief.

They were realizing the truth.

That every letter, the hurtful response they thought came from me–was the same.

Copied. Reused.

Only the name changed,

My voice shook, but I forced it out. “I never read your letters,” I whispered. “I never got the chance. Someone stole them before I ever saw them. Stole the gifts too. And they wrote those replies back to you all.”

I moved quickly, snatching one of the fake letters f m Levi’s hand.

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It was the one meant for Lennox.

The one he thought I had written to him all those years ago.

I unfolded it with trembling fingers and began to read it aloud.

LENNOX,

I’M NOT SURE WHY YOU THOUGHT I’D EVER

RETURN YOUR FEELINGS. I TOLERATED YOU

BECAUSE OF LEVI. THAT’S THE TRUTH. YOU WERE

ALWAYS JUST IN THE WAY–LOUD, OVERBEARING,

DESPERATE TO MATTER.

YOU LEAD BECAUSE YOU WERE BORN FIRST, NOT BECAUSE YOU EARNED IT. YOU WEAR THE TITLE “FIRST HEIR” LIKE IT MAKES YOU IMPORTANT, BUT IT’S JUST A MASK. UNDERNEATH, YOU’RE INSECURE, SOFT, AND WEAK. EVERYONE SEES IT. YOU THINK NO ONE NOTICES HOW YOU CRUMBLE WITHOUT CONTROL. HOW PATHETIC THAT IS.

I WAS NEVER CLOSE TO YOU BECAUSE I WANTED TO BE. I SMILED BECAUSE IT WAS EASIER THAN

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REJECTING YOU OUTRIGHT. I STAYED QUIET BECAUSE I DIDN’T WANT TO HUMILIATE YOU IN

FRONT OF YOUR BROTHERS.

LEVI–LEVI IS EVERYTHING YOU’RE NOT. HE’S STRONGER. SHARPER. MORE GROUNDED. AND HE DOESN’T NEED TO CONSTANTLY PROVE HIMSELF LIKE YOU DO. BEING AROUND YOU WAS EXHAUSTING, LENNOX. YOU MADE EVERYTHING HEAVY. I COULDN’T BREATHE WHEN YOU WERE NEAR ME–NOT BECAUSE OF ATTRACTION, BUT BECAUSE I FELT TRAPPED.

I FELT NOTHING FOR YOU. NOT EVEN FRIENDSHIP. JUST IRRITATION. AND ANNOYANCE.

I lowered the paper slowly and looked at Lennox.

I took a shaky breath, my eyes stinging with unshed tears, but I wasn’t done.

“If that one crushed you,” I said, voice trembling with anger, “then this one destroyed Levi.”

LOUIS,

1. NO.

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THAT’S THE ANSWER. JUST NO.

I’M SORRY IF I LED YOU ON, BUT I NEVER SAW YOU THAT WAY. NEVER EVEN CAME CLOSE. YOU’RE NOT

THE ONE I WANTED. YOU NEVER WERE.

LEVI? MAYBE. LENNOX? DEFINITELY. BUT YOU? YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN THE AFTERTHOUGHT. THE THIRD ONE. THE BROTHER PEOPLE FORGET TO

MENTION.

YOU JOKE ALL THE TIME. SMILE. FLIRT. LIKE THAT’S ENOUGH TO MATTER. LIKE YOU CAN CHARM YOUR WAY INTO SOMEONE’S HEART WHEN THERE’S .NOTHING UNDERNEATH TO HOLD ONTO.

YOU’RE FUN. SURE. BUT SO IS A DISTRACTION.

THAT’S ALL YOU WERE, LOUIS. A MAN TO KEEP ME COMPANY WHEN THE REAL TWO WEREN’T AROUND.

I COULD NEVER TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY. YOU’RE NOT STRONG LIKE LEVI. YOU’RE NOT COMMANDING

LIKE LENNOX. YOU’RE JUST… LOUIS.

THIRD IN LINE. THIRD TO LEAD.

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IF I HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN YOU AND NO ONE AT ALL, I’D STILL PICK NO ONE.

BECAUSE PRETENDING WITH YOU WOULD BE

WORSE THAN BEING ALONE.

I stopped–but it wasn’t over. Not yet.

I unfolded the second part. The one that was meant to twist the knife deeper.

DON’T FLATTER YOURSELF.

YOU’RE NOT EVEN IN THE RUNNING.

LEVI IS STRENGTH. LENNOX IS COMMAND. YOU? YOU’RE WHAT’S LEFT. THE LEFTOVER SON. THE

SPARE.

I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU THOUGHT I’D EVER WANT YOU–NOT WHEN I COULD HAVE SOMEONE LIKE LENNOX, OR EVEN LEVI. ANYONE BUT YOU.

YOU HIDE BEHIND JOKES BECAUSE YOU HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO OFFER. YOU’RE NOT SERIOUS. YOU’RE NOT POWERFUL. YOU’RE JUST THE FUN ONE–THE FILLER BETWEEN THE BROTHERS WHO

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ACTUALLY MATTER.

YOU SAY YOU’D PROTECT ME. WITH WHAT, LOUIS? A SMILE? A WINK? YOU THINK THAT’S ENOUGH?

I’D NEVER FEEL SAFE WITH YOU. NEVER FEEL PROUD TO STAND BESIDE YOU. YOU’RE NOT A WARRIOR. YOU’RE NOT A LEADER. YOU’RE A SHADOW THAT EVEN THE SUN FORGETS TO

TOUCH.

YOU WERE BORN LAST FOR A REASON. BECAUSE SOMEONE HAD TO BE. THAT’S ALL YOU ARE–THE ONE THEY HAD TO INCLUDE, EVEN IF YOU WERE NEVER MEANT TO MATTER.

I WOULDN’T CHOOSE YOU, LOUIS. NOT IN THIS LIFE. NOT IN THE NEXT. NOT EVEN IF YOU WERE THE LAST MAN BREATHING.

I COULD NEVER BRING CHILDREN INTO THIS

WORLD JUST TO HAVE THEM TURN OUT WEAK LIKE

YOU.

SO MY ANSWER WILL ALWAYS BE NO.

The final word dropped like a hammer in the silence.

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I lowered the letter slowly.

Louis wasn’t even blinking. He stared down at the paper like it had just murdered him.

“I didn’t write that,” I said angrily. “Not one word of it.”

He didn’t answer.

Not with words.

His lips parted, then closed again.

I glared at the three of them, and anger flared inside me. “I can’t believe you three would believe I would say this to any of you.”

The three brothers exchanged conflicted glances.

I continued. “This?” I hissed, holding up the crumpled

letter.

“This is why you hated me all those years?”