MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Fredrick.I had only stepped out for a moment.Just briefly, long enough to get something Amelia and I could eat. It wasn’t meant to take time. I had even quickened my pace on the way, mindful of how particular she could be with her meals.Amelia didn’t like cold food.Not even slightly.And my parents had made it clear, more than once, that I was to take proper care of her. Their words still lingered in my mind as I made my way back, firm and expectant.So I didn’t delay.But the moment I got to the room and pushed the door open…She wasn’t there.I paused, my grip tightening slightly on the tray in my hand as my gaze swept across the space.Empty.Completely empty.A small frown formed on my face as realization settled in almost instantly.There was only one place she could be.The triplets’ room.Of course.I let out a quiet breath and turned immediately, my steps quickening without hesitation. If she was there, then I needed to get to her quickly, before the food got cold, before sh

Melissa.I felt…I didn’t quite know what I was feeling. It was confusing, tangled, like two emotions fighting for space inside me. Maybe I was happy. Yes, there was a lightness somewhere deep within me, something soft and warm. But at the same time, a dull ache spread slowly across my chest, heavy and persistent, refusing to be ignored. It wasn’t sharp enough to hurt, yet it lingered, pressing quietly against my ribs.I exhaled and waved it off, as though dismissing it would make it disappear.And then, suddenly, without warning, one thought pushed through everything else.I wanted to see Louis.A small, almost embarrassed smile curved on my lips as his image slipped into my mind so vividly it startled me. The memory came uninvited—the way I had walked into his room without knocking, careless, unaware… and then froze. The sight of him had caught me completely off guard, stealing the air from my lungs.My smile deepened, turning sheepish as heat crept up my neck.That moment… it had do

MELISSA.“Why are you sorry?” I asked, the words slipping out before I could stop them, my voice edged with confusion. His apology had caught me completely off guard, leaving me momentarily unbalanced, unsure of how to process it. My brows furrowed slightly as my thoughts began to race.Did he not enjoy kissing me?Or… was it just a moment of impulse for him? Something he acted on without thinking—only to regret it the very next second?The thought stung more than I expected.“Asshole,” I muttered under my breath, the word barely audible, yet heavy with the frustration building inside me.Almost instantly, a dull ache spread across my chest, slow and suffocating, like something was tearing me apart from the inside. It wasn’t sharp or loud, it was worse than that. Quiet. Persistent. Lingering in a way that made it impossible to ignore.“I—I… You were crying, Melissa!” he said, his voice uneven, as if he was struggling to keep up with everything happening between us. He paused, draggin

Louis.Davian’s question had caught me off guard for a brief moment, but it wasn’t what lingered.It was Melissa’s reaction.That was what unsettled me the most.The way she froze, the way panic flickered across her face before she acted, it wasn’t something I had expected. And then, without hesitation, she shoved her hand into Davian’s mouth, stopping him mid-sentence in the most absurd, impulsive way possible.I blinked, still trying to process it.From the look of things, it seemed like she had a rather… close relationship with him. Close enough to act without thinking, close enough to touch him so freely, without restraint or hesitation.Something about that didn’t sit right with me as a strange discomfort settled in my chest, quiet but persistent. It wasn’t loud enough to name, but it was there, unwelcome and impossible to ignore.Still, I didn’t allow myself to dwell on it.I couldn’t.Because if I did… I wasn’t sure what thoughts would follow.So instead, I turned away.Without

Melissa.Davian was such a pain in the neck, and at that point, I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly I had gotten myself into. From the moment I dragged him away, he hadn’t stopped talking. It was one story after another, random, unnecessary, and completely uninvited.And yet, I had no choice but to endure it.I nodded at intervals, offering small, automatic responses just to give the impression that I was listening, even though my mind had drifted far from whatever he was saying. It was exhausting, keeping up the act, but interrupting him felt like opening a door I wasn’t ready to deal with.Then, suddenly…He stopped.The shift was immediate.The playful tone he had been using all along disappeared, replaced by something heavier… something serious. It was so abrupt that it pulled my attention back to him completely.“Melissa, you are driving me crazy.”My breath caught slightly at the change in his voice.Before I could react, he reached for my hands, his fingers wrapping around