LOGINHarl’s Pov No one was going to find the body. Just like Sabrina had told me stories of the house, she had also mentioned the secret basement no one really knew about.When I rushed back to the crowd, Darius was the first to notice me, “Where is she?” he asked. “Gone.” I gave a one-word answer.Zephan was the first to walk out, his arms wrapped around her as she leaned into him, I gritted my teeth, trying to fight back the anger that was in my chest. “Let’s get you home,” he whispered, but loud enough for me to hear. Larissa hadn’t raised her head; her eyes were fixed on the ground with tears dropping from her lids. I wanted to reach out and hold her, I wanted to tell her that I was here. But I couldn’t. Legally she was his wife.“Do you want to leave?” Darius asked. She was found, there was nothing that I should be doing here anymore. But for some reason, I couldn’t find the strength in me to leave. I couldn
Harl’s Pov “You have to stop and think about this!” Darius hissed as he tried to catch up with me.“There is nothing to think about, he has something to do with this, you have seen the evidence!” I snapped. Fred knew tracking Monica was impossible, and he had the initiative to track the last person who had spoken to her. Zephan. So, when he rushed into my office, showing me a calling log, I knew I needed to smash someone’s head. “Would you think for a second!” Darius snapped. “Storming to Zephan is only going to put her in danger, we know where she is, we should get her.” I paced around the office, “Why the hell is it taking so much time? We should be there already by now!” The chair tumbled over from the force as I pushed it over. The sound of voices arguing by the entrance caught my attention. “What the hell…” ‘Harl!”Speak of the fucking devil and he shall freaking appear. Zephan stormed towards me
Larissa’s Pov “I guess he wasn’t lying, “Monica hummed as she clicked off the television. “He hasn’t lost his touch.”The man I saw on the screen, that wasn’t the man I was used to. That wasn’t the man that made me smile through every fucking panic attack that I had. That wasn’t the harl that I knew. Or thought I knew. “Don’t look so sad, it was all part of the plan, Zephan was never going to get away with this, and well, now…” his eyes flickered to my stomach. “Did you know Sarah had to beg him for him to consider having a child?” Her eyes had that look, that forlorn look that said she was stuck in her head. “He loved her but he wasn’t ready to be a father, he was more interested in building the company that the Vales had broken.” I felt the hate in that word, I could hear just how loud her anger was as she hissed the words. “And when she finally got the opportunity to be a mother, your husband and the monsters he ca
Harl’s Pov I don’t know if I was expecting some kind of miracle by calling her line, but I knew it was to no avail. Monica wasn’t stupid, she wasn’t going to keep her phone on her, not when she knew I could track it. Besides, the last time it was found, the ping had ben from my house. Still in my fucking house. The door opened, my eyes found Mr Dawson leaning by the door frame with a sorry look on his face, “I know this is terrible timing, but we have to talk,” he said in a firm tone, shutting the door behind him.Darius looked between us, his eyes mostly on me, as if he was gauging my reaction. I was enraged, I knew that, but I wasn’t going to attack Dawson. “What is going on?” I asked, adjusting my tie as I stared at the man. He heaved a sigh, “Zephan reached out.” The pen in my hand snapped, of course he would, after all he is more worried about money than the fact that his wife is missing.“What does he want?” even when
Larissa’s Pov The pain was the first thing that I felt.Not gentle, throbbing, the kind that slams hard against your skull as if it were about to rip my head in two. My eyes snapped open, meeting nothing but darkness. I let out a strangled sound, my wrist burning from the chain holding them tight. I tried to look around, to find anything that would show me where I was. But all I got was pitch darkness. The air was damp, this place hadn’t been used before, or maybe it had been long abandoned. Where was I? The thought came with pain that clung to my throat, restricted the little breath that I tried to take. I yanked my hand forward, feeling the chain burn into my wrist, a tiny whimper slid through my lips. “Hello,” my voice cracked, soft, almost unfamiliar in my ears. Nothing. All I got was the echo, the reminder that I was alone. Footsteps echoed behind what I thought was a door, each step causing my pulse to quicken
Zephan’s Pov “What do you mean your wife has been sleeping with your stepfather?” Eric asked for the umpteenth time with a smile on his face.I didn’t care if he had the best laugh, but my mind was filled with anger, Monica had been nice enough to leave proof, things that I never paid attention to. She had gone on trips, met up with him in the city and still gave me hell for being the man that I was. “Pity little Larissa, who knew she had some kink in her,” he muttered under his breath. She had the kink, and it had to be my fucking step… fucking Harl. I couldn’t call him stepfather. I couldn’t do that, not after everything that he had done. What was with him and going after the Vale women, first my mother and now. My wife. “What are you going to?” Eric asked, his voice snapping me back to reality.What was I going to do? She was gone, probably from heartbreak, who knows I barely even knew the woman I called wife.
Larissa’s Pov“You have to tell me what is going on, you have been mopey for far too long,” Lennie said as she plopped down on the chair, her eyes taking in my haggard-looking form.I closed my eyes, my hands covering my face as I huffed into them, “nothing, I just had a fight with Zephan,” I mutte
Larissa’s PovAfter pleasure comes shame.The undeniable cloak that literally binds you.My legs were shaking as Harl pulled away, his eyes bright, hungry not close to being satisfied. But I could feel that look, that worried soft look that made me wonder if he could really see through me, more th
Larissa’s povThree days. Ten hours. Six minutes and counting.That is how long it had been, not a call, not a text, no response. But he read it, I knew it did because the sign was glaring at my screen.And me? I hated the fact that I kept on waiting on my phone, as if I was expecting a miracle. B
Larissa’s PovI haven’t lived, her words echoed in the back of my mind. I have lived my whole life pleasing people and not myself.That night with Harl, I had felt free. Alive. He had worshipped me, made me feel like there was something worth being around me.“Are you even listening to what I am sa







