Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 250: Speak To The Camera

Olivia’s POV

The splash of a bucket of water slamd back to consciousness. For a mont, my vision swam, blurry shapes shifting until my eyes adjusted, and I realized two n were standing right in front of . My eyes widened in fear as I looked around and saw I was in a dimly lit, empty room, tied tightly to a chair... my lips sealed shut.

I watched the two n, who seed like guards, move aside and a man seated on a seat across from ca into view. I stared at him, confused. He wasn’t like the others. He looked to be in his early thirties. Clean-shaven, sharp suit, piercing gray eyes that never left mine. He leaned forward slowly, resting his elbows on his knees.

"You’re awake," he said simply, his voice calm. Too calm. I said nothing. I couldn’t—my mouth was taped shut.

He tilted his head slightly, studying like I was so strange puzzle. "You look really pretty," he muttered. "No wonder Damien married you."

I flinched, not understanding what he ant. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"I’m going to remove the tape," he said. "Don’t scream. There’s no one here who’ll help you." He nodded at one of the guards. A second later, the tape was ripped off my lips.

I winced at the pain. I coughed a little, then whispered, "Who are you?"

The man chuckled softly. "Let’s just say... I’m one of Damien’s enemies...." I froze.

"What do you want from ?" I asked, my voice weak. He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing.

"Not much," he said. "Just to use you... as bait. Damien steps down, and I send you back to him... if he doesn’t, then I kill you."

My eyes widened as everything dawned on ... this was the sa man who had Sofia.

"Where is Sofia? Are you holding the both of us?" I asked, panicking... strangely, I wanted to et her.

The man scoffed. "No.... Since she is not important to Damien, I decided to release her back to him and take you instead," he said simply.

A gasp escaped my lips as realization sank in. Sofia had been sent back to Damien. That was Damien’s plan all along, and it had worked. Now I was the bait—and I knew, deep down, Damien would never co for .

He stood up, buttoning his coat slowly, never breaking eye contact with .

"But first," he added smoothly, "I’ll be back to make a video of you to send to your husband. If he loves you as he claims, he’ll step down. If he refuses..." He paused, letting the silence settle like a blade at my throat. "Then I’ll kill you and send your body back to him."

A gasp of fear escaped , but he wasn’t bothered. He just turned to the guards. "Make sure she’s comfortable. Feed her. Keep her alive. She’s more useful breathing."

And with that... he walked out, leaving only the chill of fear behind. I stared at the door as it slamd shut. The two tall n stood like statues in front of ... their eyes were blank, like they’d done this a hundred tis before.

I sat there in silence, hours ticking by like years. The guards didn’t speak, didn’t move—they just stood there like shadows, breathing but lifeless.

My body ached from the awkward position I was tied in. My wrists burned, my shoulders were sore, and my stomach kept twisting from hunger and dread. But more than anything, it was my heart that hurt. Because sowhere deep inside... I already knew. Damien wasn’t coming for . He wouldn’t. I was just a piece in his ga. A bait. Not a person worth saving. He had Sofia now. The one he truly loved. The one he thought he lost. And now that she was back, I was... replaceable. Disposable.

This... this was where I die. The thought settled in my chest like a heavy stone, and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling quietly down my cheeks. I didn’t sob. I didn’t scream. I just... cried in silence.

Ti passed—I didn’t know how long—and then the door opened again. It was him. The sa man from earlier. He walked in casually, tossing his coat over the back of the chair like we were old friends. Then he pulled out a phone and handed it to one of the guards.

"Start recording," he said simply.

The guard lifted the phone and pointed it at . The man walked up and crouched in front of again, tilting his head up at . Up close, I noticed how handso he was—how that made him all the more terrifying.

"This is your chance," he said softly. "Look into the cara. Cry. Beg Damien to save you. Plead for your life. Show him how much you need him."

I stared at him for a mont. Then slowly, I turned to face the cara. But I didn’t cry. And I didn’t beg. I stared straight into the cara, ignoring the burning in my throat, the sting in my eyes. My heart was racing, but my voice stayed steady.

"I believe by now you must have received Sofia," I said slowly, my voice no more than a whisper. "Congratulations on that." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I know my life doesn’t an much to you. And I know... you’re not coming to save , Damien. But please," I paused, drawing in a shaking breath, "let my parents go. I kept to my part of the deal."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man frown slightly, but I didn’t stop.

"If this video sohow reaches them—if they’re watching... I just want them to know I love them. I don’t understand why my father was alive all this ti and never ca for . I don’t know why my mother stayed silent... why she kept that truth hidden." My voice cracked a little. "But... I forgive them. Both of them."

My lips trembled as I took another breath. "I wish things could’ve been different. I wish I had more ti to understand, to ask why... but I don’t."

I looked back at the cara, at the little black lens that sohow felt like the eyes of everyone I’d ever loved. "And to the triplets—Lennox, Levi, Louis..." I said their nas slowly, gently, like a prayer. "I wish I could tell them this face-to-face, but I forgive them too." Tears began to spill quietly again, this ti without sha.

"I hope one day they find peace. I hope they learn to love without hurting... and live without hate. I hope they rember for who I was before everything fell apart." I hesitated for a second, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Please... tell them the truth soday. All of it."

Then I turned to the man. "I’m done."

He didn’t move right away. He just... stared at . His expression unreadable. Then he gestured to the guards with a sharp flick of his hand.

"Leave us," he ordered.

The two n exchanged glances but obeyed, stepping out and closing the door behind them. Now it was just and him. Alone.