Love, loyalty, or sheer stupidity, Larissa couldn't tell which it was, when she blurted out four damning words in a moment of weakness that sealed her fate; IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. What began as a desperate plea now binds her to a crime she didn't commit– a crime her fiance swore to fix, only to betray her in the worst possible way. Now with an unexpected ally offering help Larissa couldn't help but question his motives. Trusting a Patterson destroyed her once; trusting another could cost her everything. But her thirst for justice is far greater than her fears, because revenge, like a diamond ring, is a cold and treacherous thing.
View MoreLarissa's POVThe ride back to the house was mostly silent. Not because there wasn’t anything to say. It was quite the opposite. There was just too much to say and neither of us knew where to begin.Benjamin had had a child with Lara. One that was more than a year old. And I had been dating him but knew absolutely nothing about his other life. Considering that I had been the one to source whatever gift Benjamin wanted to buy for people, there was a possibility that I had aided in buying a gift for the child without ever even meeting her.No one ever mentioned a sister or a child at trial. From what Margaret said, Stephanie might be the one currently caring for Claire. But if she hadn’t been seen in a while, that meant either she was in hiding or something had happened to her too.My mind raced as we sped through the street. Where were they now? Margaret had mentioned that she thought Lara had an apartment somewhere else. Which was given, seeing as the one we had just visited looked ba
Brayden's POVLarissa recovered first. “Lara had a daughter?”Nobody mentioned a child. Not in the trial. Not in the reports. Not in the police statement.The media had painted Lara as a young, professional woman who had been cut down in her prime. There had never been any talk of a child. It was like someone had gone to great lengths to make sure that no one knew about Lara’s kid. The question was why, and who?Margaret didn’t seem to notice the shock and confusion on our faces. She nodded as she stirred her tea, the soft clinking of the spoon against porcelain filling the silence. “Oh, yes. She had a little girl named Claire. She was the most adorable kid you’d ever meet, and so polite too.“Like her mum, she wasn’t around much in that house so I suspect that Lara had another apartment somewhere else. They used to take walks in the evenings whenever the weather was nice. There’s a lovely park they were quite fond of in the neighborhood.”“Do you have any idea where Claire is now?” I
Brayden's POVLara’s house was more like a showroom. It looked too pristine, too doll-like, too well put together to be the place that she came back to after a day of hard work. Something definitely wasn’t adding up.Larissa and I spent the next half hour searching, opening drawers, checking behind bookshelves, and feeling along the edges of furniture for any hidden compartments. Anything that could give us more information about Lara and the circumstances of her death. We found nothing.“We should go.” I said finally after Larissa searched the same drawer for the third time.“Yeah.” She said, finally closing the drawer shut and stepping away.I made my way to the front door, opened it and let Larissa step through first back outside into the warm morning air. I inhaled deeply, trying to shake off the cold, sterile feeling of Lara’s house as I locked the door and put the spare key back in its compartment.“That was weird.” I said, straightening.“Tell me about it.” Larissa mumbled. The
Larissa's POV The cardboard box in my lap felt heavier than it should have. I ran my fingers along the edges of the box, tracing the old tape sealing it shut. It had been sitting in Patterson Financial’s storage room for over a month. A collection of everything I had left behind. Office supplies. Old notes. Photos. Little trinkets.Brayden drove in silence, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him, the smooth drawl of the song on the radio filling the space between us.“I can’t believe you threatened to take the matter to her supervisor.” I said, remembering how the receptionist’s face had frozen in a mixture of disbelief and fear. Instantly, all traces of hesitation had been wiped from her continence, and she had gone to get the box of my things.“I don’t make threats, Larissa. I make promises.”I scoffed. “Schematics. Either way, that was a very Karen thing to do.”“What?”“You know Karen? A typical middle-aged white woman who usually asks to see the manager or reports employees to
Larissa's POV It took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to realize where we were going. Hint: It wasn’t Lara’s house.A familiar, towering skyscraper, all reflective glass and steel, stood imposing in the distance. It was one of the most prestigious firms in the city. Employees, executives, and clients streamed in and out of the building dressed in sharp suits and crisp dresses. Some clutched coffee cups or briefcases. Others walked briskly as they chatted amongst themselves or into the phones pressed against their ears. The Patterson Financial Group tower.I wasn’t just where I had worked. It was where Lara had died. And where I had confessed to her murder.I looked at Brayden but he paid me no mind. He pulled into the underground parking garage the light dimming slightly as he maneuvered into his reserved spot. The second the engine shut off, the “What are we doing here?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “I thought we were going to Lara’s place.”“We are. We are he
Larissa's POV The next time I saw Brayden, he was back in formal wear. It was the next morning when I trudged into the kitchen looking for something to eat.A crisp white dress shirt, polished shoes, tailored navy slacks with the matching suit jacket hanging off one of the chairs in the kitchen – the picture of effortless sophistication.And he wasn’t alone.Gwen stood in front of him, her hands expertly working on the fabric of the tie, looping it into an intricate knot. She looked like she had stepped straight out of the 70s dressed in a sunflower print pinafore mini dress and white gogo boots. Gwen was chattering animatedly as she worked on his tie. Brayden responded with quiet grunts and hums and he stared down at her.I stopped short in the doorway not sure if I should step in or just head back upstairs. There was something about this scene that made me feel like I didn’t belong here. There was a sort of easy camaraderie between the two of them.Brayden was the first to notice m
Larissa's POV I woke up to sunlight streaming in through the windows, cutting through the heavy curtains I had pulled back while I had sat by the window watching and waiting for Brayden to get back home. I didn’t even remember falling asleep.I turned over, squinting at the clock on the nightstand.2:27 PM. I had slept through the entire morning.Thanks to the painkillers I had taken earlier, I no longer had a headache. But the guilt was understandably still there. I shut my eyes. I had wanted to fix things. I had wanted to try. But he had been so distant with me. He wanted nothing to do with me and I couldn’t blame him.I wanted to check my phone to see if I had gotten any texts from him – though I doubted it – but I stopped at the last moment. Turning on my phone’s screen meant having to come face-to-face with Brayden’s image as my new wallpaper. I couldn’t bring myself to look at it, and I couldn’t bring myself to change it either because that would mean having to look at it, even
Larissa's POV The car pulled up to the estate and passed through the golden gates.The first few times I had been here, I had felt dread at the sheer uncertainty of where my life was headed. Over time, the dread had faded away to an acceptance of my situation. Now that dread was back but for a different reason.I had spent the morning convinced Brayden had done something unforgivable. But the only unforgivable thing had been my accusation. He had done nothing. And now, I had to face him knowing that.The driver killed the engine and turned to me. “We’ve arrived, ma’am.”“Thank you.” I said my voice barely above a whisper. I slid out of the car, the slight sway of my feet reminding me that I was still very hungover. I made my way into the house feeling every bit like a prisoner on death row.The air inside felt colder than when I had left. The living room was empty. The kitchen was empty. Even the dogs, who were usually in a corner trying futilely to get me to pet them, were nowhere
Larissa's POV I stood there, motionless, staring at the empty kitchen doorway Brayden had just walked through. The silence in the kitchen was deafening, the only sound was the faint hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall. The smell of burnt eggs and Brayden’s cologne hung heavy in the air.This wasn’t how I expected this confrontation to go. I should have felt justified. I should have felt right. Instead, all I felt was… unsettled.I don’t know how long I stood there, staring at nothing. Then a surge of anger shot through me. I shouldn’t be the one standing here feeling bad. Brayden had been the one who had done something to me, why did he get to walk out as if he was the victim here?I needed to do something. I needed to leave, not just the kitchen but the estate. I didn’t care what our agreement was. There was no way I was staying here after what had happened.I made my way out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and through the corridor. My hand was on the doo
Larisa's POV“Congratulations, Larisa,” one of the guests said as they walked in and shook my hands. “Benjamin’s about to make waves in the business world.”“Thank you,” I replied gingerly, barely able to contain my excitement. Tonight was the night Benjamin and I had worked so hard for, and I couldn't have been prouder.It had been a tough few weeks working so hard on that presentation, proving to Mr. Paterson why Benjamin deserved to take the reins instead of his elder brother, and everything had been worth it in the end. The announcement has been made already, and by Monday Benjamin would officially take over Paterson Financial Group.I turned to look across the hall and spotted Benjamin standing near the window, his face illuminated by the soft glow of his phone. His eyes were narrowed in concentration, and then, as if sensing my gaze, he looked up. He gave me a smile, no, not a real one, it looked forced, hollow. Just as I was about mouthing what's wrong? He turned around and h...
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