Semua Bab Revenge Wears A Ring: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Larissa's POV I’d always imagined myself as eventually being Larissa Patterson. It was just that the man in my daydreams had been Benjamin and not Brayden.Brayden stretched out his hand for a handshake to seal the deal. I put my hands in his.His arm clasped around mine – it was cold and smooth and I was immediately reminded of those movies where the foolish main character would make a deal with the devil. In my head, this felt like that. I just hoped that it wouldn’t actually be like that.Brayden frowned and turned my hand over in his. He stared at the half-moon scars on my palm and then back at me. “What are those?” He asked.“Nothing.” I said quickly, withdrawing my hand.Brayden shrugged and collected the signed document from me. “I’ll send this signed version to your inbox so you can have a copy for reference purposes. Memorize these rules; you live by them for the duration of our marriage.” He said straighten the thin folder.Then he pointed at the thicker one. “I’ll also sen

Larissa's POVOne of the staff took me around the house, showing me the various possible guest rooms that I'd be spending the next two years of my life in. After looking at them, I finally settled for the one overlooking the garden. If I was going to be shackled to Brayden, I might as well have the luxury of waking up to a breathtaking view every morning.As I didn't have many things with me to begin with, unpacking didn't take long. I was done in thirty minutes. I sat cross-legged on my bed in the new room, staring at my now-empty suitcase.My clothes had been nearly arranged in the spacious closet — taking up only about a tenth of the space — and my toiletries were lined up in the marble bathroom. Despite the lavish decor — the soft grey walls, the plush bedding, the expensive light fixtures — it still felt sterile.Like it was never mine and it never would be. This was Brayden and Benjamin's word — a world of cold opulence and control. I didn't belong here.A sharp knock on my door

Brayden's POVWhen Larissa had said she wasn’t going to fight me every step of the way, she had lied to my face.In the two days that had passed between our discussion and the preparation for the wedding, she had walked around like someone being carried off to the gallows rather than someone about to enter a mutually beneficial deal.A part of me couldn’t blame her – she had only recently just ended a relationship with one Patterson brother and was about to jump headfirst into a marriage with another one. But still, she really needn’t act as if it was the end of her life. To her credit, she toned the sass down and didn’t actively fight me as I made arrangements for the wedding. But she made her discomfort and reluctance visible, knowingly or unknowingly.Her most vocal moment had been at the florist. When Larissa had announced at the florist shop that she wanted to see their selection of yellow carnations for her bouquet, all the staff at the florist shop had balked as if they had jus

Larissa's POV Time went by in a blur. Most of the time, Brayden and I barely saw each other; whether he was purposely avoiding me or he was just too busy with work, I didn’t know and honestly, I’m not sure that I even cared. Clause Three of our contract very clearly stated that neither of us would interfere in the personal or professional life of the other unless agreed upon.So I spent my time mostly cooped up in my room. And I mostly stayed in there until I heard a knock at my door.“Come on.” I answered, sitting up on the bed.“Morning, Mrs. Patterson.” Brayden greeted stepping into the room.I slumped back into the mattress and groaned into the pillow. “Don’t start.” I muttered.I felt the bed dip with his weight. “I see someone’s still adjusting to married life.” He said. “Tell me, Larissa, what is it like being married to business mogul, Brayden Patterson?”“Well, we don’t see each other often which might either be because his house is like a fucking maze or he is purposely goi

Larissa's POV The evening of the quarterly dinner arrived far too quickly. Gwen had shown up at my room hours before the event, armed with makeup brushes, curling irons, and a variety of dresses for me to choose from.“We just went shopping five days ago.” I said, staring at the dresses she brought in. There were so many that I couldn’t see her head over the pile. “I don’t need all these outfits.”“Don’t be ridiculous.” Gwen said, dropping the pile of clothes on my bed. “All of these dresses are absolutely fantastic and you’ll look gorgeous in them. Like this one for example.” She held up a dress that would put all other little black dresses to shame. The dress was a sleeveless mini dress that had golden feathers at the bust.“I can’t wear this.” I said, shaking my head.“Why not? Your ass would look great in it.” She pretended to swoon. “You’ll wear it with pearl earrings and red-bottoms. Come on, Larissa.”“The dress is fantastic but I can’t wear it.” I said. “It’s not long enough