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Three

Truth {Noun} - A fact or belief that is accepted as true.

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𝓐 week had gone by and Olivia couldn't help but feel anxious. Every day that passed she feared walking into her home and finding her father and some of his men waiting for her.

"Mommy?" She heard a small voice ask from behind her. She looked back to find Ares had woken up from his afternoon nap. The bunny plush she had gifted him for his birthday last year held tight in his arms.

"What's up bud? Did I wake you?" He shook his head as he walked over to her as she crouched down to his level to pick him up. "I had a bad dream." He confessed, laying his head on her shoulder.

"What about?"

He sighed, "mommy leaving." He sniffled, trying to hold back his tears. Ares was never one to cry compared to his brother.

Olivia rubbed his back as she sat back down at her desk. "Why'd you dream of something like that?" She asked her crying son before giving him a small kiss atop his head.

"Apollo said uncle Noah said that you were leaving us." She felt her anger rise at the thought of her friend saying such a thing to her children.

She didn't want her sons to think she was leaving forever when the time comes and she didn't need Noah feeding those thoughts into their little minds.

"Uncle Noah was just playing around. Mommy's not leaving yet." She told him silently as if trying to reassure herself more than him.

After a while, Ares fell back asleep in her arms. Her sons were her entire life. Everything she had done was for them and the thought of leaving them for so long terrified her.

She still held on to that false sense of hope that her father had simply forgotten their promise and that he'd just birthed another heir without her knowing.

She'd never dare fight for the throne that had turned her into a robotic monster.

She placed him gently on his bed. The sun was starting to set which meant the boys would probably be up for the night, again.

She took a seat on a rocking chair that hadn't been used since the boys turned two. She looked at her sleeping angels as a tear rolled down her face.

A knock at the door pushed her out of her trance making her wipe her tears as she went to open the door.

As soon as she opened the door she pulled out the gun that she had tucked into her waistband.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Her voice was full of anger and fear.

"Is this how you greet your dear brother?" She rolled her eyes. "You're not my brother Peter." She said as he stepped into her home.

"We were taken at the same time by the same man. I think that makes us as close to siblings as possible." He sighed as he took a seat on her couch. Her gun was still pointed toward him.

"Just put it down. I'm not here to hurt you or your little demon spawns upstairs." She hesitantly put the gun down. If Peter was bad at anything it was lying.

The man couldn't lie to save his life.

"So, how's father's little prodigy doing these days?" She scoffed as she sat down on one of the armchairs. "Why are you here?" She asked, not wanting to have small talk with him. "Ouch. Can't a brother just come to visit his older sister?" She rolled her eyes as he laughed.

"Yeah, I didn't believe that one either. Father sent me, he wants you to come home and start the process of taking over." This was the last thing she expected.

"Since when does father send you to do his dirty work for him?"

"Because he's made me your second in command, your right-hand man, a partner in crime, and whatever the fuck you wanna call it." She sighed as she buried her face in her hands.

"This is so stupid. Why can't you just take over?" If Peter wanted anything, it was the throne.

"Because father dearest spent too much time training you. Even if you told him yourself that you didn't want to take over, we both know he'd just laugh in your face." And he was completely right.

"Sometimes I wish that man was sexist. Maybe that way he would've picked you instead of me." She confessed making her brother laugh.

"Yeah, well, I guess father is a man of equality." He said making them both laugh.

Growing up they never had the best relationship, mostly due to their father's blatant favoritism over Olivia. But, they still tried to stick together.

Peter craved the same training, he craves the throne and knew Olivia wanted nothing to do with it but their father was a stubborn French man.

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"You remember when we snuck out of the house when we were fifteen to go to that campfire in the middle of the woods?" Peter asked as she passed him a cup of water.

She nodded as she took a sip from her water.

"How could I forget?" She said with a small smile. "It was the night I met Marcus, remember?" He nodded with a chuckle.

"God, your relationship with Marcus was the only thing that convinced me that love was real." He confessed, spacing out for a second. "Yeah well, that image of love must be tainted now after he left that day."

Peter shook his head.

"Marcus had to do what he had to do Olivia. That man loved you." She just looked at him for a second before sighing.

"Whatever you say. What about that night though?" She asked, wanting to change the topic.

"That was the first time father ever really got mad at you. The first time he acted like a real father towards us." She laughed as she remembered.

"Oh yeah! I remember we snuck in the next morning and father was waiting for us in our room. He was still in his pajamas and everything." They laughed at the memory.

"It was the first and last time we ever saw him outside of a suit or workout clothes." They might've not gotten along as much growing up, but they did care about each other like real siblings.

No matter how much Olivia denied it. She only truly rejected Peter as her brother for his protection.

He already had a target on his head for being the sole Lenoir son but he'd wind up dead after Olivia fully takes over the family business if people were to find out about their close relationship.