Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Chapter 133: 133-Stuck Between Two

Theodore:

Honestly, I felt incredibly guilty.

Gigi had seen me excitedly taking Jenna to her room.

I mean, of course, my relationship with Gigi was different.

I was a free bird. I could be with anyone I wanted.

But there was a connection between us.

Gigi would always ask not just Ragnar, but me and Jaguar too, before she even booked a salon appointment.

It wasn’t about asking for permission.

It was our way of staying connected, of showing that we were there for each other.

We always knew where the others were because, Goddess forbid, if anything ever happened, we’d know where to find one another.

Gigi also had a good instinct when it came to girls.

She always wanted what was best for us.

If she told us not to talk to one girl and suggested another instead, we listened.

Ironically, she usually thought the less conventionally attractive girls were a better match for us than the beautiful ones.

Sadly, she was almost always right.

They had kind hearts, and being with them never felt complicated.

But Jenna was gorgeous.

She was slim and petite, brunette, with hazel eyes, soft lips, and a naturally beautiful face.

Usually, when a girl caught my attention, I didn’t let the opportunity pass.

So while I was showing Jenna her room, I couldn’t help checking her out.

I could tell she worked out. She had a lean, toned body.

Her arms were firm, and her collarbones stood out beautifully.

But my mood had already changed.

I couldn’t bring myself to flirt with her because Gigi had seen me.

When we left her room, another problem came up. I tried texting Gigi, but she never replied.

I needed to tell her about Grandma asking Jaguar and me to hire Jenna a secretary.

I knew Gigi should’ve heard it from me before finding out on her own.

I also wanted to tell her I was going to recommend Verity for the job.

But when I walked into the kitchen and saw her talking to my brother, the whole thing slipped my mind.

Now we were all sitting around the dinner table, and I couldn’t help noticing the harsh looks Lady Lucille kept sending Gigi’s way.

Poor Gigi kept getting up to serve everyone food, even Jenna’s parents.

I didn’t like Jenna’s parents.

Her father was an Omega, a black-haired man with a thin mustache who always carried himself with slumped shoulders.

Her mother, however, was a confident woman.

Mr. and Mrs. Bundy couldn’t have been more different.

"This food is really good," Mr. Bundy commented, making Gigi smile.

"She didn’t cook it," Lady Lucille immediately pointed out.

"She doesn’t have to," Ragnar interrupted.

He remained in the head-of-the-family seat, with Gigi beside him.

I sat on his other side, while Jaguar sat beside Gigi. Jenna was seated next to me.

Lady Lucille sat across from Ragnar at the opposite head of the table, with Mr. and Mrs. Bundy seated beside her.

Luckily, no one continued the argument after that.

Knowing Ragnar and my grandmother, they could have gone back and forth for hours without stopping.

But thankfully, they both stayed quiet.

It was a relief.

Gigi had outdone herself with the dinner.

Even so, the tension was so heavy that every bite felt like I was swallowing rocks.

Every time someone so much as sighed, I worried another argument was about to start.

Thankfully, the rest of the meal passed in silence.

In that tense atmosphere, there was only one person who came to mind, and the thought of her instantly calmed me.

Verity.

I didn’t know why.

Even while sitting among so many people I cared about, she was the only one whose memory brought me any peace.

At the same time, I couldn’t stop worrying about her.

She hadn’t responded to me again.

Her phone was turned off, so I figured she must have spent the whole day resting.

I had no idea how she was feeling or whether her wounds were healing.

I wanted her to come stay here with my grandmother for a few days.

That way, she’d be closer to me too.

The next few weeks were usually quiet in the business world.

My brothers and I would work relentlessly for months, then ease up for a while.

At least Jaguar and I did. Ragnar, on the other hand, never seemed to slow down.

Finally, dinner came to an end.

I quickly got to my feet to help the maids because Gigi had taught me to do that.

She always said that whenever guests were over, I should help out.

It reflected well on me.

"Sit down. You’re not a servant," Lady Lucille snapped, making me look at Gigi.

Gigi gave me a subtle look, silently telling me to listen to my grandmother.

That was what I admired about her. She never turned anything into a competition.

She always tried to defuse the situation.

Once we were all seated again, Gigi turned to Ragnar.

"I was thinking I’d stay over for the night."

At first, that sounded like good news.

Then I noticed my grandmother and Mrs. Bundy exchanging glances.

I had started paying much closer attention to them because I wanted to protect Gigi.

She was so innocent that she didn’t even realize what people around her were trying to do.

"Why would you stay? Ragnar is leaving for work, so why would you stay in a house full of strangers?" my grandmother asked without hesitation.

The moment those words left her mouth, Jaguar and I exchanged stunned looks.

Gigi’s face slowly turned red with embarrassment.

"She’s not a stranger," Jaguar snapped defensively.

"Yeah. She’s family," I added, placing a hand against my chest as I stood up for Gigi.

"And this is her home," Ragnar said, his voice cutting through the room with calm authority. "In fact, she decides who lives here and who leaves."

As soon as he said that, I watched Gigi shrink into herself.

She hated confrontations. I knew she’d never use that authority.

Gigi let out a strained laugh.

"It’s all right," she said, avoiding everyone’s eyes.

But I could tell from the way her hands began to tremble that my grandmother’s words had deeply hurt her.

"I forgot I have to go home. My mother is really sick."

There was a faint crack in her voice, and I was certain Jaguar and Ragnar heard it too.