My Finance's Brother's Forbidden Game

Larissa’s PovBenjamin and I turned sharply to the door, only to catch sight of a maid's wide, horrified eyes. Her gaze fixed on Lara’s lifeless form on the floor, and in an instant, she opened her mouth and let out a scream that was nothing short of a nightmare. Her eyes darted wildly from Benjamin to me, then back to Lara’s body. Her lips parted, but no words or scream came out; instead, she slammed the door shut behind her and bolted.“There’s a dead body upstairs!” Her voice rang out. “Someone’s been killed!”My heart dropped as I heard her shouting. I glanced over at Benjamin, who looked as pale as a ghost.“No– no, no, no,” Benjamin muttered as we both scrambled after her, knowing we had seconds before everything would spiral out of control.But it was too late.By the time we reached the top of the stairs, the room below was in chaos. The guest stared at us with a mixture of shock and confusion.Benjamin and I exchange glances before slowly making our way down the stairs. The

Larissa's POV“Brayden?” I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips, as the officer closed the door leaving just Brayden and I.“Hello, Larissa,” he stepped away from behind the officer's desk, his mouth tugged into a faint smirk.“What are you doing here?” I asked irritatedly. Seeing him and not Benjamin like I had hoped riled me up. “Just checking in on you,” he responded.“You and I both know that's a lie,” I said boredly. “What’s the real reason why you're here?”“Ah, still as feisty as ever. Good,” he stepped closer, his cologne lingering in the small space. “You're going to need to keep that fire alive for what's to come.”“I'm done here,” I turned around to leave, but he said something that made me stop in my tracks.“I know you didn't kill Lara,” he said calmly.I still didn't turn around and didn't say a word either, because I have no idea how much he knew, or if he was just guessing. From what I know, Brayden and Benjamin didn't have a relationship as brothers. Brayden

Larissa's POV The courtroom was so quiet, you didn’t even need to pay attention to hear a pin drop. Time seemed to stretch out for an eternity as I waited for the judge to deliver his verdict. My heart was beating away wildly in my chest I feared the whole courtroom could hear it and that it was going to burst out of my chest. I felt nauseous and anxious; I gripped the edge of the table, willing my trembling hands to remain steady.“…the court finds sufficient evidence to proceed to trial.” The judge announced. “Bail will be granted under strict conditions which is to include electronic monitoring until trial. Do you understand?”I only fully processed his words when he slammed the gavel down decisively. A wave of relief crashed over me and I nearly collapsed back into my seat. I was so excited I could have hugged the judge but I kept my cool and nodded.“I understand. Thank you, Your Honor.” I said with a respectful bow.“Court is adjourned.” The judge announced with another sharp b

Larissa's POV Eventually, Mr. Carter pulled up to the front of the house. “Get in,” he instructed. “I'll take you home.”I got in without a word of protest. “Take me to my parents home, please,” I mumbled. “I'll tell you the address.”“I know the address,” Mr. Carter said, and we drove in silence.“Thanks, Mr. Carter,” I muttered, as soon as we pulled up in front of my parents house.Mr. Carter nodded in response, and I stepped out.I took in a deep slow breath to steady my nerves, and mentally prepare myself to face my parents. I didn't do anything wrong, but I'm sure as hell they'll be disappointed for having birthed such a foolish daughter.Sighing one last time, I made my way to the front porch, and knocked.Just as I was about to knock for the second time, the familiar sound of a vehicle made me stop midway, as I could recognize that car sound even in my sleep.Benjamin.I turned around, to see Benjamin and Londyn stepping out.Rage like I've never known coursed through my vein

Larissa's POV ‘Fine’. I’ll do it. My text read. I had barely set my phone down on the table when it buzzed with a reply from Brayden.‘My driver will pick you up at 7 am sharp. Be ready’. His text read.No pleasantries. No acknowledgment of the life-changing decision I’d just made. Typical Brayden.I laid down in bed for a while – hours probably – before getting the strength to go get up and head into the bathroom. In the two days that I’d spent sobbing my eyes out in my apartment, I’d neglected all forms of personal hygiene. I stunk to high heaven and I needed a shower as soon as possible.I looked at my image in the mirror. I looked terrible. My eyes were red and swollen from the time I spent crying. My hair was tangled, greasy and limp; combing out all the knots was going to hurt a lot.I looked like shit and I felt – and probably smelt – like it too. A sighed and headed stepped into the shower. I turned on the shower, brushing my teeth as I let the bathroom fill with steam before