Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 644: The Flaws

Olivia’s POV

Lennox tapped the notebook, his eyes moving between Louis, Levi, and me. The room was silent, save for the sound of my own heartbeat.

"Next is Sharing," Lennox said, his voice firm. "We are three men sharing one woman. It’s hectic. It’s hard. But we have to learn how to share you equally. Jealousy is a poison. If Louis gets a morning with you, Levi and I shouldn’t spend that time sulking or looking for a replacement. We have to be happy that our mate is being loved."

Louis looked down at his hands, then up at me. "He’s right. I’ve been acting like a child when I’m not the center of your world. I’ll work on myself, Olivia. I promise."

Levi nodded in agreement. "Me too. No more competing. We’re a team, not rivals."

Lennox turned the page. "Point Two: Favoritism. This one is for you, Olivia."

I swallowed hard as he looked me in the eye.

"You can’t favor one of us over the others," Lennox said plainly. "I know you have different levels of comfort with each of us, but you can’t act like you love one more. It creates a rift. If you have a problem, don’t just whisper it to one of us. Talk to all three. If you want to be held, don’t just seek out the ’safe’ one. Give us all the chance to be your strength."

"I... I’ll try," I whispered. "It’s just been so hard to open up lately."

"We know," Lennox said, his expression softening just a fraction before he moved to the third point. "Point Three: The Single Soul. You have to start seeing us as a single soul in three bodies again. If you love me more today, they will feel the cold. If you give Levi a secret but keep it from Louis, Louis will feel less important."

"I never wanted anyone to feel less important," I said, my voice shaking.

"I know, baby," Lennox replied. He flipped the page again. "Point Four: No Comparing. Don’t compare Louis’s laugh to my silence, or Levi’s gentleness to my intensity. We are different, but we are all yours. When you compare us, you make us feel like we’re failing a test we can’t win."

Finally, he looked at the last item on his list. "Point Five: The Silent Treatment."

He set the pen down. "No more running away. No more shutting us out for weeks. If you’re mad, scream at us. If you’re hurt, tell us. But the silence stops today. Silence is where the rot starts. It’s where we start looking elsewhere for a voice that will actually talk back to us."

The mention of "looking elsewhere" made my mind flash to Aurora, and the air in the room grew heavy. Lennox closed the notebook and stared at me right in the eyes.

"We are spending our lives together," Lennox said, his gaze as sharp as a blade. "I am going to make sure of it. But that only works if we are united and want this... so do we want this?"

"Yes," Louis and Levi responded without hesitation.

All eyes moved down to me as they waited for my response.

I looked at Louis, whose brown eyes were pleading for a fresh start. I looked at Levi, whose hand was still warm against mine. Finally, I looked at Lennox, the man who had stayed awake all night turning our chaos into a map.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice gaining strength as I looked at each of them. "I want this. I want us."

The tension in the room didn’t just snap; it dissolved. Louis let out a breath he seemed to have been holding since the lake, and Levi squeezed my hand so hard it should have hurt, but it only felt like a tether.

"Good," Lennox said, his voice dropping into that dark, satisfied tone that sent a shiver down my spine. He set the notebook aside and looked me straight in the eyes. "Whatever you don’t like or want, you speak, okay... don’t keep it in."

"Yes," I said, my voice finally steady. "No more keeping it in."

The relief in the room was a living thing. Levi reached out first, his fingers trembling slightly as he touched my arm. "I am so sorry, Olivia. For the jealousy, for the wrong decisions, for making you feel like you had to hide in your own home. I was a fool, and I’ll spend every day making it up to you."

"I forgive you," I whispered. I looked at Levi, who looked like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

"We’re starting all over," Lennox declared. "A clean slate. No more ’break,’ no more ’Just Olivia.’ We are whole again."

"Yes," I agreed, a genuine smile finally breaking through. "Starting all over."

They all leaned in at once, pulling me into a massive, warm group hug. I buried my face against them, inhaling the familiar, intoxicating mix of their scent, that spiced citrus that always meant home. It was the most secure I had felt in months.

I slowly pulled away, my heart racing with a sudden, bold energy. My eyes met Lennox’s first. He was watching me with that intense, guarded look, but before he could say anything, I reached up, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him down into a kiss.

He stiffened for a split second in pure shock, but then he groaned into my mouth, his arms wrapping around me like iron as he kissed me back with a desperate, hungry heat.

When I broke the kiss, I was breathless. I turned to Louis, who was watching with a wide, stunned smile. I didn’t give him a chance to speak before I pressed my lips to his. He tasted like the chocolate croissant and pure joy, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer.

Finally, I moved to Levi. He met me halfway, his kiss soft and filled with a silent promise. It felt like re-establishing a claim, a way of telling them—and myself—that I was done being a ghost.

I pulled back, flushed and dizzy, looking at the three of them. They were all staring at me with a mix of awe and possessive heat.

"Well," Louis breathed, rubbing his thumb over his lower lip. "That’s definitely one way to start over."

Lennox’s eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide. "I think," he said, his voice husky, "we need to check on the kids... they should be up by now."

I laughed softly, watching the way Lennox’s jaw tightened. He was the master of control, but that kiss had clearly rattled the cage he kept his desires in. He stood up, smoothing out his shirt, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes for a second—a rare sign of him being genuinely flustered.

"Yes," I teased, my voice still a little breathless. "The kids. Always the responsible one, Lennox."

Louis and Levi stood too, looking equally dazed. The room felt lighter, the air finally clear for the first time in what felt like years. We walked out of the room together, a tight-knit unit, heading toward the boys’ wing.

The sound of giggling greeted us before we even reached their door. When we walked in, the boys were already jumping on Liam’s bed, a mess of blankets and pillows everywhere. They froze when they saw all four of us standing in the doorway together—not arguing, not cold, but standing shoulder-to-shoulder.

"Are we going to the park today?" Leon asked, his eyes darting between us, searching for the "adult tension" he had grown used to.

"Better," Louis said, swooping in to grab Leon and hoisting him onto his shoulders. "We’re going to have a proper family day. No work, no school. Just us."

The boys cheered, the pure joy in their voices echoing through the hallway.

We went shopping, letting the kids pick out toys they didn’t need, and ran through the park until my legs ached. For the first time, it didn’t feel like a performance for the public. It felt like we were finally breathing the same air.

By the time we pulled into the mansion’s driveway, the backseat was silent. Liam, Leon, and Leo were tangled together in a pile of limbs and exhausted smiles, fast asleep.

We worked as a team to carry them in, a quiet, synchronized dance of parents tucking their children into bed. As I smoothed the blankets over Liam’s shoulder, I looked up at the three men standing in the doorway. The moonlight hit them, and the domesticity of the moment made my chest ache with a different kind of hunger.

"Can we sleep together tonight?" I whispered, my voice small but certain. "All four of us? In my room?"

I saw the way their bodies tensed, a collective surge of heat passing through them. "Your wish is our command, baby," Louis murmured, his voice thick.

We moved to my master suite. The air in the room was cool, but the atmosphere was electric. I didn’t hesitate. I reached behind my back, unzipping my dress and letting it pool at my feet. I stood there in just my lace undergarments, feeling their eyes—six points of fire—tracing every inch of my skin.

They began to undress with a focused, hungry silence, shedding their shirts and trousers until they were down to their boxers.

I climbed into the center of the massive bed. Lennox immediately moved behind me, his large, solid frame a wall of heat against my back. Levi settled in front of me, his eyes on me, while Louis sat at the foot of the bed, his hands wrapping around my ankles before he crawled up to join the circle.