Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: Grounded

Olivia's POV

I was confused, stunned, and completely thrown off. Who the hell was behind these gifts? And how the hell did he know I had a fever last night?

"Olivia… don't keep me silent… speak, Olivia… who the hell is he?" Lennox demanded furiously. His anger was palpable, suffocating.

I swallowed hard and lifted my eyes to meet his. "Lennox, like I said, I don't know who the hell sent this. If I knew, I would have said so."

"Lies!" Louis growled, stepping forward until he stood right in front of me. His brown eyes had darkened with rage, and the sheer intensity of his glare sent a shiver down my spine.

"You're lying, Olivia. You know who sent this," he barked. "And you're going to tell us who the hell that bastard is!"

My frown deepened as I looked at the teddy bear, then back at the three of them. Each one of them seething with uncontained fury. It clearly wasn't from any of them. So, if it wasn't… then who? Who would do this? Who would send this gift just to stir up trouble?

My gaze swept the room again… and landed on Anita.

She was smirking.

Smirking, as if this was all some entertaining drama she had front-row seats to.

"You!" I spat in anger, my chest heaving as I stormed toward Anita. Her smug expression only fueled my rage.

"You did this, didn't you?!" I shouted, pointing at the teddy bear as if it were the smoking gun. "You sent that damn gift just to stir the pot, just to get me into trouble!"

Anita blinked, acting surprise, then her face twisted into anger. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't play innocent with me!" I snapped, and without thinking—without pausing—I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face.

The sound echoed in the room.

Anita stumbled back, her hand flying to her cheek in shock.

"You psychotic—!" she began, but Lennox was already beside me, grabbing my arm.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Olivia?!" he barked, his eyes blazing with anger. "You can't go around accusing people and slapping them!"

"She deserved it!" I snapped, glaring at Anita. "She was smirking the whole time, like she wanted this chaos. She enjoyed watching you three lose your minds."

"Are you seriously accusing me?" Anita said, her voice trembling with anger as she stepped forward. Her eyes glistened, not with tears, but with pure rage. "I swear on my life, Olivia—I had nothing to do with that gift. Nothing!"

Louis was beside her in an instant. "I believe her," he growled at me, his dark eyes narrowed with disappointment. "You're out of line."

Levi stepped in too, his jaw tight. "Olivia, you need to calm down. This… this isn't like you."

My heart dropped. The three of them… all staring at me like I was the problem. Like I was the villain.

But I knew what I saw. Anita was smirking. She did enjoy the chaos.

Lennox snarled. "And you think we believe that?" he snapped. "No, Olivia. Until you tell us who that bastard is, you'll stay in your chambers." He turned to the guards. "Escort her back. Apart from her personal maids and my brothers and me, no one is allowed to see her."

Lennox commanded the guards, who nodded and stood beside me, silently asking me to move.

Fuming with rage, I cast one last look at the triplets—then at Anita, who still held her cheek. I shot her a venomous look, then turned and stormed out of the dining area with the guards trailing behind me.

As soon as we reached my room, one of the guards opened the door. I stepped inside, turning around just in time to see them pull the door shut behind me with a solid thud. A lock clicked into place.

Locked. Like some criminal.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door. My breathing was shallow. My thoughts chaotic. Then, unexpectedly, a scream ripped from my throat, loud and raw. I grabbed the first thing I could find—a vase on the nearby table—and threw it at the wall.

It shattered into pieces.

Anger bubbled inside me as I began pacing around the room. I hated this. I hated that the triplets think I have a lover. The servants must have heard it, and soon the rumor will spread around the pack. Members of the pack will gossip about me and call me names without knowing the truth. They already call me the daughter of a thief. And now, they'll call me a whore too.

I just wanted my name cleared. But how could I possibly do that when I was locked up like this?

Suddenly, I heard the door unlock. My head snapped toward it, my breath caught in my throat as I wondered who was coming in.

The door creaked open.

And Anita walked in.