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.
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“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 headed upstairs. Fifteen minutes had passed and there was still no sign of Benjamin. “Excuse me,” I said, touching the hand of one of the board members who was in the middle of a story. “I'll be right back.” I didn't want to be rude, but I needed to know what was going on. Making my way upstairs, I went straight to the first place I thought he'd be, his room. “Babe?” I called out softly, as I twisted the knob and pushed the door open. The room was empty. “Where did he go?” I mumbled under my breath, closing the door behind me. Making my way down the hallway, I noticed the study door was slightly ajar. “Benjamin?” I pushed the door open fully and froze. “Oh my God!” I gasped, rushing forward but stopping just shy of the blood pooling out of Lara's lifeless body. “Larissa, I–” Benjamin's voice cracked and he looked at me, his hands trembling and his face pale. “I– I–” he stammered, shaking his head as if trying to clear his thoughts. “Benjamin, why is she…. How did this happen?” He buried his head into his hands and took a deep, shaky breath. “She tried forcing herself on me, and–” “What?” I stared at him with wide eyes before my gaze dropped over to Lara. “She….she came to me a few months ago and... confessed her feelings for me. I told her—” He paused and swallowed hard as though the words were bitter. “But you never mentioned anything about this,” my voice came out thin. He ran a hand through his hair, visibly struggling. “I didn’t think it was worth mentioning. She apologized and said she understood after I told her I loved you,” he continued. “Everything went back to normal...” he trailed off. “But tonight she... God, I didn’t mean for this to happen!” “Okay, okay," I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself and also calm him. “Babe, it was an accident, okay? I understand. We’ll just tell the police the truth—” “No!” Benjamin shouted, startling me. He got on his feet, his hands raised as if to ward off the idea. “The press is here, Larissa; do you understand that? One headline and my reputation is gone if this gets out...” “Benjamin, this was an accident!” I insisted, reaching for his arm. “They’ll understand once you explain.” “You don’t get it!” he said with wide eyes as he backed away, momentarily running his hands through his hair in frustration. “Everything will be destroyed,” he mumbled. “All those nights working to get my father’s approval– it's over. The board will pull out. My enemies would have a field day dragging my reputation through the mud.” “But Benjamin, Lara is dead; what are we supposed to do? Hide her body and act like this never happened?’ I protested, my voice trembling as I fought the urge to scream. “This is too big to cover up!” Benjamin’s expression softened, and he took a step closer. “Larissa, listen to me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached for my hand. “I love you; I love you so much, and I…. I need you right now. This can ruin our chance of a perfect future together. I need you to protect our future; it's only you I can trust.” I took a step back, my mind racing with different thoughts. “What are you saying, Benjamin?” He took my hand in his. “Larissa,” he muttered. “I need you to take the fall.” “What?!” I yanked my hands away, shaking my head as I moved backward. “Are you insane? Benjamin, no,” I said firmly. “This… everyone would understand. You need to explain–” “Larissa, listen to me.” He grabbed my arms a little too tight and pulled me closer, his face inches from mine. “This is just a temporary sacrifice. For us, for our future. I’ll hire the best lawyer in the country. By Monday, when the company’s officially mine, we’ll be able to fix this. You’ll be out before you know it.” Benjamin’s words hit me like tons of bricks. My mind struggled to grasp what he was asking “How can you ask me to take the fall for something I didn’t do?” I whispered, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. “I didn’t… I didn’t do anything.” “Exactly.” He said softly like this was just a walk in the park. “Which is why they’ll believe it was a mistake. You’ll say she surprised you, and it just happened. The police will go easy on you. You’ll be out in no time.” I parted my lips to respond, but the sound of the door creaking open behind us made us both freeze.Larissa'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
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