Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, then she placed both trembling hands on her stomach.
“I’m really pregnant,” she whispered.
I frowned.
“I’m carrying their children,” she said, her voice shaking. “Twins now.”
I raised a brow.
“I know I’ve hurt you, Olivia,” she rushed on, tears slipping freely now. “I know I deserve every ounce of your anger. But please… don’t punish them. Don’t let my babies suffer for what I did.”
I stared at her in disbelief, unsure if I should scream or laugh.
“What exactly do you want from me?” I asked coldly.
Anita swallowed hard. “I need your help,” she said. “The triplets… they won’t mark me unless you reject them. I-I begged them, but they prefer my babies… their babies die.
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Please, Olivia, unless you reject them in the council meeting… only then will they mark me and save my babies lives.
My jaw clenched. I could feel the anger bubbling up in my chest.
There it was.
The real reason.
“I knew it,” I hissed. “You come crawling here with crocodile tears, pretending to be sorry-only because you need something.”
“I’m not pretending!” she cried. “I am sorry. But this isn’t about me anymore. I’m begging you, Olivia, not for me-but for them. They’re innocent. They didn’t ask to be born into this mess.”
For a long second, I just looked at her.
Then I gave a short, bitter laugh.
“Don’t worry,” I said flatly. “You don’t need to beg.”
Anita’s eyes flickered with hope.
“I was going to reject them anyway.”
Her face froze.
I stepped closer, just enough to look her directly in the eye.
“Not because of you. Not because you asked. But because I’ve finally realized they don’t deserve me, not after everything that happened.”
Her mouth fell open slightly, like she wasn’t expecting that.
“I’ll reject them,” I said. “And after that, you can have them. You can have all of it. The titles, the bonds, the mess.”
I turned and walked out on her. As I made my way back to the living room where the party buzzed on, my eyes caught the wall clock-and I realized it was just few seconds. to 10 pm.
Instantly I remembered the letter, and without a second thought, I turned and took the back stairs that led to the rooftop.
Olivia’s POV
With a racing heart, I climbed the back stairs that led to the rooftop. Every part of me screamed not to go. Even my wolf growled low, warning me to turn back-that something was off. That whatever waited ahead… might be dangerous.
But I ignored it. 2
Curiosity burned too deeply in me. What more could there possibly be? What else could hurt me that hasn’t already?
When I pushed open the rooftop door and stepped out, the cold air hit me and I exhaled deeply. My eyes darted around the space, but the rooftop was empty. There was no one except me.
I exhaled slowly, tension still crawling up my spine. Maybe it was a trap. Maybe they changed their mind. Maybe-
But suddenly, I froze.
There.
She hadn’t been there a second ago. I was sure of it. But suddenly, a woman stood at the edge of the rooftop.
It was like she had just… appeared.
One blink, and there she was, her long coat fluttering in the breeze. Her presence was chilling, as if the air itself bent around her.
I narrowed my eyes, my heart beginning to pound again-this time harder.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice trembling despite my desperate attempt to sound strong.
She didn’t speak.
She just stood there, her back turned to me.
A chill ran through me. Something wasn’t right. took a cautious step forward.
“Did you send the letter?” I asked again, louder this time.
Still, no answer.
Then-so slowly it almost felt unreal-she turned to face me.
The second our eyes met… I stopped breathing.
It was like staring into a mirror.
She looked exactly like me. But an older version of me.
Same eyes. Same face. Same curve of the mouth.
How can a total stranger and I have such resemblance? It was as if I was seeing what I will look like in twenty years to come.
What in the world…?
I staggered a step back, panicked.
“What… who are you?” I whispered.
She stared at me with a calmness I couldn’t understand, like she wasn’t surprised to see me. Like she’d known I would come.
“I wasn’t supposed to meet you,” she said softly. Her voice was like mine… but smoother. Slower. Older, somehow. “But I had to.”
My brows furrowed tightly. “What are you talking about? Who are you?”
She looked away for a moment, her eyes scanning the area as if looking out for anyone coming in.
“I’m not permitted to tell you everything,” she said carefully. “Just this: no matter what happens… you must not leave this pack.”
“What?” I snapped, stepping forward. “Why? Why shouldn’t I leave? Why does everyone keep trying to trap me here?”
Her gaze returned to mine. Because your safety lies here… That is the main reason you’ve been kept here all this while.”
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I frowned and shook my head, my heart racing all over again. This was insane
“This is a lie,” I said firmly. “The triplets sent you, didn’t they? They must’ve paid you to pull this little stunt. To get into my head. Make me doubt my decision. Manipulate me again.”
She didn’t flinch. She didn’t deny it.
She just watched me, like she knew
Wouldn’t believe her.
“I get it,” I spat. “They think I’m stupid. That I’ll fall for this. But I’m not. So you can go back and tell them-
“They didn’t send me,” she said, sounding like she was speaking to an annoying child. “And this is no stunt.”
Then she looked at me, truly looked at me… and there was pain in her eyes. Deep, endless pain.
“I’m sorry, Olivia,” she said quietly. “I wish I could tell you more. But I’ve already said too much.”
And just like that-before I could speak again, before I could even blink-
She was gone.
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.