Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose novel Chapter 140

The beginning of the end.

Chalice.

When I finally regained consciousness, I was met with a hollow realization: the absence of familiar faces around me. No one had chosen to linger by my bedside during my unconsciousness. The side table was devoid of any medications, and there were no chairs positioned nearby. It felt as if everyone had collectively decided to erase me from their lives. A chilling thought crept into my mind—did they truly not care whether I lived or perished? And deep down, I knew it was all Leilani’s doing.

This was precisely what she had aimed for from the very beginning. Her intention was to dismantle me, to inflict pain that mirrored the suffering I had caused her. Her presence at my wedding today was not one of celebration; it was a calculated move, a sinister plot to sabotage everything I held dear.

A shudder coursed through my spine at the mere thought of it.

Yet, amidst the tumult of my emotions, something felt off. There was a lingering strangeness about her actions earlier, particularly how she had waited until the triplets and I exchanged our wedding vows before presenting her damning evidence against me. It was almost as if she wanted to bind me to the triplets for eternity, and that notion unsettled me deeply.

Hot tears streamed down my face as I confronted the truth—I had been utterly naive to overlook Leilani’s scheme from the outset. She had spoken of a gift, and I had dismissed it as mere bluster, never suspecting the depth of her malice. But I was wrong.

“Once you’re finished drifting through your thoughts, you will explain why you killed Grandma Aurora and framed Leilani for it,” a voice sliced through my reverie, jolting me back to reality. My heart raced as I turned to see Gavin leaning against the door frame, his typically vibrant blue eyes now clouded with barely suppressed rage.

His anger ignited a fear within me, and I instinctively lowered my head, squeezing my eyes shut as I murmured, “No.”

“No? What do you mean by ‘no,’ Chalice?” he snapped, irritation lacing his voice. “Are you saying you didn’t realize you had framed her for a crime? Or are you conveniently forgetting that you confessed to committing that very crime earlier?”

“I know…” My voice trailed off, a sense of helplessness washing over me. My chest tightened painfully, making every breath feel like a laborious effort, reminiscent of an exhausting Olympic event.

With great effort, I propped myself up, my hands trembling slightly as I met his piercing gaze once more. “It was an accident,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I know that. I witnessed it myself… but my question is, why did you frame Leilani for it?” His tone was relentless, demanding answers.

Once again, I found myself bowing my head in shame, shaking it slowly. “I’m sorry.”

But my apology fell flat. Gavin rolled his eyes, and when he looked back at me, there was no trace of warmth or affection left in his expression. Instead, he regarded me with disgust, as if I were nothing more than an insignificant speck of dirt beneath his feet.

He shook his head in disappointment before stepping aside, allowing Caelum to enter. The moment our eyes met, my body went rigid; his dark, stormy gaze was filled with anger.

“Caelum… I—I can explain!” I stuttered, desperation tinging my voice.

He remained silent for a moment, tilting his head as he scrutinized me. Then he asked, “Why?”

Why what? What was he truly seeking to understand?

“Why do you hate Leilani so much? Why did you stand by and watch us punish her for crimes she didn’t commit? Did you derive some twisted pleasure from it?” His questions hung in the air, heavy with accusation, but I found myself unable to respond.

I bit my lip, averting my gaze, only to wince as a sharp pain sliced through my skull. I recognized it immediately; Caelum was using his Alpha aura on me once again, all because of that wretched girl.

Desperately, I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to resist the overwhelming pressure of his aura. But the tears flowed freely down my cheeks. I trembled, gripping the bedcover tightly as I muttered, “I did it because I couldn’t stand the thought of her being loved by anyone. I wanted her out of the pack and out of my father’s house…”

“Shit!” he growled, his voice a low rumble of fury. “So all these years, you were the villain? You orchestrated every misfortune, ensuring your sister took the blame for your actions?”

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