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.Brayden's POV It was mid-afternoon, and normally, I’d be trying to decide if I wanted to get a sandwich for lunch. But instead, I was leaning back in my chair, pen in hand, letting the ink scrawl across the page of my sketchpad.Across from me, Gwen was perched on my desk like she owned it, swinging one leg idly as she devored a croissant. She didn’t seem to care that she was getting crumbs everywhere, or that her fingers and mouth were stained with the chocolate filling.She was narrating some convoluted story about her weekend; something about a canceled spa appointment and a friend’s birthday party. But I was only half-listening to what she was saying. Because on the paper, Larissa’s face was taking shape.Not the Larissa the media talked about. Not the one the socialites loved to gossip about. Not the one in the courtroom sketches with her jaw tight and eyes hard.No. This was the Larissa I saw. The one I knew.The one with her hair piled messily on top of her head. The one who g
Londyn's POV I hadn’t expected to see my sister.Seeing her at the country club, dressed to the nines and laughing with Tiffany’s friends, wasn’t exactly how I imagined our reunion would go.But then again, if I were being honest with myself, I hadn’t imagined any reunion at all. Because every time my mind would dare to wander toward Larissa, I would forcefully steer it elsewhere. It didn’t matter where, as long as it wasn’t on her. So far, I had been doing a good job of that until she had bumped into me at the country club. And now, try as I might, I couldn’t get her out of my head.Because what was I supposed to say? “Hey, sorry I’m engaged to your man while you’re on trial for murder. Hope you’re holding up okay.”So here I was. Sitting at my dressing table the morning after, brushing out the curls I’d spent hours heat-styling the night before. I took a lock of hair between my fingers and stared at it. Heat damage. Figures.Once upon a time, I would have called Larissa, or better
Brayden's POV I wasn’t supposed to be rescued. That wasn’t my thing.I wasn’t supposed to enjoy being rescued either. That also wasn’t my thing.However…Larissa had come through for me. Post break-up, I had avoided Camilla like she was a goddamn plague because, honestly, that was what she was. What kind of person took confidential information and put it on blast for the whole world to read just for a few clicks and likes?Camilla didn’t understand – or maybe it was that she just didn’t care – about the concept of privacy. And every conversation with her was like a mine field, you never knew what she’d use against you or what would end up in the tabloids once the conversation was over.She used to be a psychology major before she got bored with that and declared that he true calling was journalism. For someone like Camilla, that was a bad combination because it meant she knew how to get into people’s heads and then pull out what was in there for the entire world to see.And the worst
Larissa's POV Thankfully, the bathroom was empty, quiet, and cool. I had spent longer than necessary washing my hands, taking slow breaths as I stared at my reflection. My makeup was still intact, my hair was frizzy, and my dress wasn’t stained with any of the things I had eaten tonight.All in all, it had been a surprisingly good night. Although I still wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about Londyn being there, the night had turned out better than I had expected.The hallway back to the dining room was long and lined with glass display cases of trophies, plaques and historical photos. Londyn had mentioned something about playing tennis here sometimes. I fought the urge to look too thoroughly at any of the names. I didn’t want to know just how long and how often she was here. I didn’t know what I would do with that information.My heels tapped softly against the marble floors as I made my way back.That’s when I saw him.Brayden was standing by one of the tall arched windows just bef
Larissa's POV Still reeling from the secrets Shauna had shared, I wasn’t looking where I was going. My heel caught on something, my foot slipped slightly and I bumped into someone.“Oh my God, I am so sorry.” I said, already reaching out in apology.The woman I had bumped into turned around.And the world paused.Because it wasn’t just some country club stranger.It was Londyn.My sister.I froze. She froze. The space around us seemed to blur into nothingness.“Londyn?” I asked, my voice small.Her mouth parted slightly, like she couldn’t believe it either. She didn’t say anything at first, just stared. Her perfectly done makeup didn’t flinch, but her drip on her clutch tightened. “Larissa.”This was the first time we’d seen each other since the Patterson Financial quarterly dinner. The same night, she made Brayden and me kiss to ‘prove’ our marriage wasn’t a sham. And before that, there was the dinner at my parents’ where she had debuted the man that was supposed to be my fiancé as
Larissa's POV Gwen was back in town. I knew this because I’d overheard Brayden’s conversation with her.On one hand, I was relieved. Gwen had been nice to me and was one of the few people who despite the murder accusation hanging over my head, hadn’t treated me like death. But I couldn’t shake the uncomfortable thought of her and Brayden.They had history. The women at brunch had certainly made it sound like they went way back and the picture in Tiffany’s house had proved that they had. I was still trying to convince myself that I was okay with the idea of her and Brayden having history. It wasn’t working.So, yeah. I was glad not to have to navigate that potential minefield just yet.Besides, it wasn’t as if I needed Gwen with me every step of the way. I wasn’t completely helpless in the fashion department.I stepped out of the car in a silk forest green gown that I had found at the back of my closet.Earlier, when I had stepped into the living room. Brayden had looked me over and s
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