Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 160: The Plan

Olivia's POV

He didn't respond imdiately. Instead, he walked over to the bed and slowly sat down, his eyes never leaving mine. The tension between us was thick, his presence intense—but not in the way it had been earlier. It wasn't rage anymore. It was sothing deeper. Calculated. Almost… determined.

"I'm going to help you," he finally said, voice low but loud enough for to hear. "And in return, you'll help ."

I blinked. "Help you? With what?"

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "They might be my nephews, but that doesn't an they get a free pass. They need to learn that actions have consequences."

My throat tightened. He still hadn't answered my question.

"Alpha Damien… I'm confused…"

"You don't have to be." He cut off, pausing for a second before continuing."We will make the triplets feel just an atom of what you felt when they were with her."

I frowned, still trying to follow his aning.

"aning?" I asked, raising a brow.

"aning you are going to fake date ," he responded casually, and my eyes widened.

"For the next two months, I'll act like I desperately want you. Like I want you to bear my heir. And you… you'll act hesitant at first, like you don't want that life. But eventually, you'll give in."

I swallowed

So that was his plan?

He didn't actually want to carry his child? A part of was relieved… but another, ridiculous part of felt disappointed.

"This isn't just about making them jealous. This is about making them pay," he continued. "They'll get a taste—just a drop—of the pain you felt."

I stared at him, struggling to make sense of it all.

"Fake date you?" I repeated slowly, as if saying it out loud would help make sense of it. "You want to act like I'm falling for you… like I want to carry your heir?"

Alpha Damien's gaze was steady. "Yes."

I shook my head slightly, still trying to absorb his words. "And that's supposed to… teach them a lesson?"

He leaned back, his expression hardening. "I want them to feel the regret they've buried under arrogance and pride. I want them to burn from the inside out."

I inhaled sharply, my heart pounding against my ribs. "So what exactly do you want from , Alpha Damien?" I asked, my voice firr now. "What do you an when you say I'll help you?"

He stood and slowly closed the distance between us. "And in return," he said, his voice even lower now, "in two months, we'll let the rumor spread… that you're pregnant with my child."

My breath caught.

"What?"

"It'll be fake, of course," he added quickly, reading the alarm in my expression. "Just a plot to lure her out of wherever she is," he said, and my frown deepened. Lure her out? What did that even an? Who were we luring out?

"I don't understand what you are saying…"

"You don't need to understand," he said, shaking his head. "Just follow my lead. We'll make the triplets pay, and then you'll repay —by pretending to be pregnant. I'll handle the rumors."

My frown deepened as I shook my head. "I can't… yes, I want to have my revenge on the triplets… I want them to feel my pain when they were with Anita, but if I'm doing that, then it's definitely with another man and not with their uncle."

I held his gaze firmly.

"I'm already labeled a thief's daughter—I don't want to be labeled a whore who sleeps with her husbands' uncle." I said clearly.

Alpha Damien didn't look surprised. Or even offended. He simply stood there, still and unreadable, but sothing in his eyes shifted.

Then he finally spoke. "You're really worried about what people will think of you? At this point in your life?"

"I'm not," I said quickly, my voice a little harsh. "I don't care what they say. They've already called a thief's daughter, treated like garbage. That doesn't scare anymore."

I took a breath and t his eyes again.

"But I do care about my dignity," I added quietly. "I've lost so much already. I won't lose myself too. And if I ever have children, I don't want them growing up hearing that their mother slept with their fathers' uncle for revenge."

Damien didn't move for a mont. Then he slowly walked toward again, his eyes locked on mine.

"What makes you think you get a choice in this, Olivia?" he said, voice low but authoritative. "This isn't a deal you can say no to."

My heart skipped a beat.

"This is happening," he continued. "You and . For the next two months, you'll pretend to be mine. And you'll do it well."

I took a step back, my pulse racing. "You're forcing ?" I whispered.

"I'm giving you an opportunity," he said. "A chance to make them feel everything you did. And if you're smart, you'll take it."

I clenched my fists, trembling with anger. "You're treating like I'm just a pawn."

He raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you already their tool? At least this ti, you get sothing out of it."

His words hit hard—because there was truth in them.

But I refused to let him see how much it hurt.

"This isn't how you help soone," I said through gritted teeth. "This isn't kindness."

"I'm not trying to be kind," he said. "I'm giving you revenge. And when we're done, it won't just be the triplets who suffer. She will too."

She? Is he talking about that Sofia?

My heart raced and out of curiosity, I couldn't stop myself from asking. "Who is Sofia to you?" I asked, almost trembling.

His jaw tightened, and again he looked vulnerable.

"That," he said quietly, "you'll understand when the ti cos."

And just like that, he turned away from , leaving with more questions than answers.

"You can return to your room now," he said as he opened the door. "Our ga begins imdiately."

Then he stepped out, the door swinging shut behind him.