Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 112

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Olivia’s POV

I was taking a nap when suddenly I felt the door to my room was harshly pushed open, forcing me out of my morning nap.

While my eyes were half open, I noticed Anita storming towards me on the bed, and when she got to where I laid, she landed a hard slap right across my face. The pain shot through me, and for a moment I couldn’t understand it—I just remained on the bed, trying to process what had just happened. 2)

“Tell me, you slut, what witch did you visit? Huh? What spell did you cast on the triplets?” Anita spat in anger.

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Anger boiled through my veins, and I slowly sat up on the bed, still trying to gather myself.

“You slut… tell me, what spell did you use? You did a spell so they hate me, right? Is that what you did?!” she yelled, and again, she landed another slap on my face.

Pain shot through my cheek again as Anita slapped me a second time. That was it. My anger exploded like fire inside me.

I jumped out of bed, my vision red with rage. I grabbed Anita by her hair, yanking her head back as she screamed.

“How dare you slap me?!” I yelled, dragging her across the room.

She kicked and fought to get away, but I was too strong. My wolf was out. My body shook with fury.

“You think I did a spell on them?!” I shouted. “You think I need a spell for

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them to hate you? You did that all by yourself!”

I slammed her face against the wall. Hard.

She screamed in pain, blood smearing across the wall from her nose.

“You bullied me for years,” I growled, pulling her back and smashing her again. “You spread lies! You laughed at my pain! And now you barge in here

and hit me?!”

Her hands clawed at mine, trying to break free, but I didn’t stop. My wolf had taken over. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.

“Help! Guards! Help me!” Anita screamed, her voice full of panic.

I didn’t care. I slammed her again. “You’re pathetic, Anita!”

Her blood was everywhere now–on the wall, on my hands, on her dress. She was crying, begging, but I couldn’t hear her.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Guards rushed in, followed by Louis, Levi-

And Lennox.

They all froze at the sight.

“Olivia, stop!” Levi shouted, running toward me.

But I wasn’t listening.

My hands were still tangled in Anita’s hair. I raised her face again, ready to

slam her one more time-

“OLIVIA!” Lennox’s voice thundered through the room.

And that’s when I paused, breath heavy, chest rising and falling with anger.

My eyes met Lennox’s–and I saw the shock on his face. The disbelief. The

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concern.

Louis rushed forward and grabbed Anita away from me, holding her tightly. I stood there, breathing hard, my fists still clenched. My chest rose and fell like I had just run a marathon.

“What the hell are you doing, Olivia?!” Louis yelled as he cradled Anita in his

arms.

Anita buried her face into his chest, sobbing loudly, her blood staining his

clean white shirt.

I stared at her–at what I had done.

Her face was a mess. Blood dripped from her nose, and there were deep scratches across her cheek. One eye was already swelling. For a second… I

knew I went too far.

Louis gently lifted Anita’s face, his jaw tightening when he saw the damage. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

“Olivia…” Levi started, walking closer. “How could you do this?”