The Plan
“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 me make sense of it. “You want me 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 me, Alpha Damien?” I asked, my voice firmer now. “What do you mean 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 n 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 mean? 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 me-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 something 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 me a thief’s daughter, treated me like garbage. That doesn’t scare me anymore.”
I took a breath and met 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 fathe uncle for ‘revenge!
Damien didn’t move for a moment. Then he slowly
The Plan walked toward me 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 me. 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 me?” 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 me like I’m just a pawn.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Weren’t you already their tool? At least this time, you get something out of it.”
His words hit hard-because there was truth in them.
The Plan
But I refused to let him see how much it hurt.
“This isn’t how you help someone,” 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 time comes.”
And just like that, he turned away from me, leaving me with more questions than answers.
“You can return to your room now,” he said as opened the door. “Our game begins immediately.”
Then he stepped out, the door swinging shut behind
Louis’ POV
A suffocating silence filled the room. None of us spoke. None of us even looked at each other. The air was heavy with guilt and pain-so thick it was hard to breathe.
Levi stood by the wall, both palms pressed flat against it, his head hung low like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. He looked like a man torn between two impossible choices.
I turned my eyes to Lennox. He was at the window, arms folded tightly across his chest, his back turned to me. From the way his shoulders were stiff, I knew he was holding everything in-his anger, his pain, his shame.
We didn’t need words to understand each other. Whatever they were feeling… I was feeling too. The regret. The confusion. The ache that came with losing her.
But we couldn’t keep standing here like this forever.
Someone had to speak. And since they wouldn’t, I did.
“I didn’t know you guys sent her a confession letter too,” I said quietly, breaking the silence.
Levi slowly raised his head, but didn’t turn.
Lennox didn’t even move.
“I thought I was the only one,” I continued. “I thought I was being smart. I saw how you both looked at her. I knew Lennox liked her… he always lit up when she was around. And Levi… you practically worshipped the ground she walked on.”
My voice cracked, just a little.
“And maybe that’s why I did it,” I admitted. “That’s why I wrote that letter to her without telling either of you. I was scared. Jealous. I didn’t want to lose her to either of you.”
I laughed bitterly and shook my head. “But fate played us all, didn’t it? Because none of us knew… none of us had any idea… that we all sent our letters to her on the same damn day.”
I sighed and shook my head as regret filled my entire being. “And when I got that forged reply, I was pained. Those words in that letter almost made me hate you two,” I said, revealing a truth I never thought I’d tell them.
When I got that forged letter, for days I hated my brothers… I hated that Olivia loved them and not me… it took serious self-reflection before I realized I couldn’t hate my brothers for it.
But then it became confusing why they didn’t end up with her like I thought they would. Rather, they seemed to hate her. I was confused. Why did Olivia fall out with them, but Lennox and Levi refused to say anything? I racked my brain… trying to think of reasons they’d hate her, just like I did, but I couldn’t pinpoint it. But now it was clear… they also sent her a confession letter and got a brutal, forged rejection- just like me.
“I also almost hated you two,” Lennox finally spoke, his back still turned to me. “Those words in that letter made me want to compete with you both… but after much thought, I realized it wasn’t worth it. You’re my brothers, and it wasn’t your fault if Olivia wanted you two and not me…” He paused, sighed, and shook his head. “That letter… it felt off. Why didn’t I notice it? Why didn’t I take a critical look at it?” Lennox spat in regret and kicked a stool away.
A heavy sigh left Levi’s lips as he continued to face the wall. “When I first got the letter, I refused to believe it was our sweet, loving Olivia who said such things.”
He finally turned around, his eyes red and glossy, filled with everything he had held in for so long.
“I read it over and over again,” he said slowly. “Trying to convince myself that maybe… maybe I misunderstood. Because the words were so cruel. Hurtful. Not like her at all.” He paused, his eyes dark with memory. “It shattered something in me.”
He walked slowly to the chair and sat down, burying his face in his hands. “What made me believe it was the handwriting… it was exactly hers. I had to pick out one of the funny notes she used to send me and cross-check. They were exactly the same. And that’s what made me believe. I’m such a fool.”
Lennox leaned against the window frame, the morning sun casting long shadows across his face. “I think we were all broken in our own way after those letters. I kept asking myself… why her? Why would she hurt me like that?” He turned his head slightly, just enough to look at us over his shoulder. “And the worst part? I didn’t even ask her. I didn’t confront her. I just… believed the lie.”
I sank down onto the edge of the table, my heart aching. “Same. I let one stupid letter end everything I felt for her. I didn’t even try to confirm anything. I just let myself believe that Olivia said those hurtful words.”
Again, we went silent as we all fell into our thoughts, and this time it was Levi who brok? the silence. “We have a lot in our hands. First, we need to find out who forged those letters. Second-Uncle Damien… I just hope he was joking. He can’t be serious with his claim over Olivia… he can’t be…” d
Lennox cut him off. “He is serious, Levi… I can see it in his eyes… he wants Olivia…”
Levi shook his head again, this time more firmly, rising from the chair. “No. You’re wrong. Uncle Damien loved Sofia. He still does. Everyone knows that. He won’t go after another woman. He wouldn’t-“
“He would,” Lennox snapped, cutting him off. He turned around fully now, his face hard. “You’re still blinded by who you think he is, Levi. But I saw it. I saw the way he looked at Olivia. The same way he used to look at Sofia.”
“That’s impossible,” Levi said, stepping forward. “Sofia was the love of his life.”
Lennox scoffed bitterly. “Exactly. And Olivia is just like her. The same kindness, the same spark, the same spirit. Damien doesn’t just see Olivia-he sees Sofia in her.”
Levi’s eyes flared. “Don’t say that! Don’t you dare compare them like that. Uncle Damien would never cross that line-he’s our uncle, for God’s sake!”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.