“I guess… this is goodbye,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
Lolita was the first to pull me into a tight hug. “You’re going to be okay,” she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. “I know you are.”
Nora joined in, hugging me from the side. “You’re stronger than anyone I know, Olivia. But… we’re still going to miss you so much.”
Tears welled in my eyes, and I couldn’t stop them anymore. The three of us stood there, crying together, like sisters saying farewell. It hurt more than I expected.
Once we pulled apart, they each grabbed a bag, and we headed downstairs.
As my feet touched each step, memories flooded in.
I remembered the laughter. The way I used to run down these very steps, barefoot and smiling, chasing after Levi because he stole my sketchbook… bouis grabbing my hand to sneak into the kitchen for snacks… Lennox pulling me into a corner just to hide me from his brothers.
Those were the good memories.
Then came the others-darker ones.
The time I walked down these same stairs in pain, dressed in rags, marked as an omega. How the walls seemed to shrink around me. How it felt like this wasn’t my home anymore, but a prison…
I blinked away the memories as we reached the main door.
Outside, the driver stood waiting, ready to help me into the car. But I shook firmly. my head
“No,” I said. “I don’t need a driver. I’ll go alone.”
He looked confused but didn’t question me.
I hoisted my bag over my shoulder and began walking.
As I passed the yard and neared the gate, I felt eyes on me.
I didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
I could feel them watching from the windows upstairs.
But I didn’t stop.
Didn’t look back.
I just kept walking.
My feet carried me toward the gate, and when I stepped through it, something inside me shifted. I was finally leaving.
Just outside, I waved down a passing taxi and got in.
“To the outer boundary,” I said.
The driver nodded and started driving.
I took out my phone and texted Gabriel:
“On my way. Just left the pack.”
He replied almost instantly:
“Good. My men are already waiting for you outside the border.”
We reached the outer border not long after. The guards at the gate recognized me but didn’t ask a single question.
They just stepped aside.
The triplets must have told them I was leaving.
We drove a few more miles, and just ahead, I saw them.
Gabriel’s men-two black SUVS parked at the side of the road.
They were already out of the car, waiting for me.
The moment the taxi slowed down, one of them stepped forward and opened the door.
“Lady Olivia,” he said with a respectful nod. “We’ll take it from here.”
I nodded silently and stepped out.
Olivia’s POV
The drive to Gabriel’s home was tense. My fingers tapped restlessly on my lap as doubt crept into my mind. Was I really doing the right thing? A part of me wanted to tell the driver to stop so I could jump out and run. But I shook the thought away. Gabriel seemed like a kind man. And besides, I wouldn’t be staying long-just a week at most.
I glanced down at the bracelet around my wrist and swallowed hard. It had been thoughtful of them to give it to me. And somehow, it made me wonder if I’d ever see them again. How strange life was. Those men were my entire world growing up. I couldn’t imagine life without them. And yet here I was… leaving them behind.
The loud sound of the gate opening pulled me from my thoughts. I looked ahead as the car drove into the compound. I had been here once before, so the place wasn’t new, but what surprised me was the scene waiting for me.
Alpha Gabriel was standing by the entrance, smiling proudly like he had been waiting for me all day. Beside him stood several house staff in neat uniforms, lined up as if they were welcoming someone important.
My stomach flipped.
The car came to a stop, and one of the guards opened the door for me. I stepped out slowly, steadying my breath. The moment my feet touched the ground, Gabriel’s eyes met mine. He flashed a wide, genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. I couldn’t help but smile back.
He walked toward me and pulled me into a warm hug. His embrace was kind and reassuring… but it didn’t make me feel the way the triplets’ arms did. It wasn’t the same kind of comfort or protection-but it was still nice.
“You’re finally here,” Gabriel said, sounding truly happy.
I returned the hug, and when we pulled apart, he kissed my forehead gently. “You being here is a dream come true,” he said sincerely.
For a brief second, the tension in my chest loosened. Maybe… just maybe, this won’t be so bad after all.
But just as I started to feel a little more at ease, I noticed movement by the entrance of the mansion. Someone was being wheeled out through the doorway.
My eyes locked on the figure.
A young lady.
She looked so familiar, yet I couldn’t place her at first. She had a striking resemblance to Gabriel-same sharp cheekbones, same deep eyes. Her hair was wavy black, cascading neatly over her shoulders. She was dressed simply but elegantly, sitting in a wheelchair being pushed by a maid.
I stared, confused. Where have I seen her before?
Then it clicked.
The portrait.
When I first visited this house, there had been a large family portrait in the hallway. In it, Gabriel had stood with a girl beside him-on her feet. She looked younger in the picture, but there was no doubt… it was her.
But why was she in a wheelchair now?
Gabriel’s expression shifted slightly as he followed my gaze. His smile became awkward, and he cleared his throat.
“That’s Abigail,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “My twin sister.”
Abigail’s eyes locked onto mine the moment he said her name. Her expression hardened immediately. Her gaze was cold… sharp… hateful.
I swallowed hard.
Without a word, she turned to Gabriel, still glaring at me.
“Brother,” she said, her voice sharp, “can we have a word?”
Without waiting for his answer, she gestured to the maid, who nodded and wheeled her away down the hallway.
Something told me that whatever peace I thought I’d find here… might not come so my visit. easily. Because it seemed his sister didn’t like
‘s Home
Gabriel watched his sister disappear down the hallway, his lips pressed into a tight line. When I turned to face him, he managed a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. His mood had clearly shifted.
“It seems your sister isn’t pleased with me being here,” I said quietly.
He looked at me and quickly shook his head. “No, no… it’s not like that,” he said, though I could hear the uncertainty in his tone. “Abigail… she’s just been that way since the accident. She’s not really herself anymore. She’s a bit… guarded now. Hostile to almost everyone. Please don’t take it personally.”
I gave a small nod, though something about her reaction didn’t feel like general coldness. It felt targeted-like she didn’t just dislike people, she disliked me.
Gabriel clapped his hands gently, calling for the maids. Two young women dressed in clean uniforms came forward and bowed slightly.
“These are Dalia and Miren,” Gabriel introduced. “They’ll be your personal maids during your stay. They’ll take you to your room and help you settle in. I’ll come find you shortly, alright?”
I nodded, offering him a small smile as the maids gestured for me to follow.
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.