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Larisa's POV
“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 POV Claire started crying before we’d even pulled into the hospital parking lot.She’d been fine at breakfast, nibbling pieces of pancake and humming to herself. But the moment Brayden had said the word hospital and Stephanie had made a poorly timed joke about shots, she’d stiffened. By the time we tried loading into the car, she'd already started wailing, determined to fight us every step of the way.“No shot!” She cried, hiccuping between sobs.“You’re not getting a shot.” Stephanie promised, over and over, rocking her gently in the backseat. “It’s just a quick check. No shots.”Claire didn’t believe her. To Claire, hospitals meant needles, and needles meant betrayal. She screamed the whole drive, the sound vibrating through the car that I was surprised our eardrums didn't burst.By the time we arrived at the hospital, she was still wailing and flailing around in Stephanie’s arms in an effort to escape.Inside, the hospital smelled like antiseptic and faint lemon cleaner.
Larissa's POV I don’t think I’d ever hated the press more than I did that morning.Even before we reached the courthouse steps, the air was electric with anticipation. Flashes lit up the gray sky like lightning, and reporters shoved their microphones so close that our driver had to honk twice just to inch us forward. But the cameras weren’t on Brayden or me today. Not even on Benjamin.They were here for Claire.The child Benjamin claimed didn’t exist.Stephanie carried her out of the car, holding her firmly against her hip. Claire was dressed in a pale yellow dress with little white shoes, and sunflower-shaped shades. She was too young to know she was at the center of a legal battlefield. But that also meant she wasn't fully aware of what was going on so she was waving at everyone as we made our way up. She thought this was all just some fun parade.Brayden glared at them all like he could set them on fire through sheer force of will. I don't think he had stopped drowning since the
Larissa's POV Stephanie strode up with the kind of confidence only she could muster in a courtroom full of people itching to see blood. She swore in, sat, and crossed her legs as though she were on a talk show rather than the witness stand.Benjamin frowned when he saw her; it was barely perceptible, but it was there. In return, Stephanie just smiled sweetly at him.“Ms. Sylvester, how would you describe Mr. Benjamin Patterson?” Carter began.Her lip curled. “Manipulative. Arrogant. The kind of man who believes consequences don’t apply to him. He carried himself like he believed he was better than everyone else. It was exhausting to watch.”“Could you explain that?” Carter asked.“Objection. Leading.” Harrington countered.“Overruled.” Judge Henderson said. “Go ahead and answer the question.”“When Benjamin and Lara started dating, he came to our place a couple of times. It was the house that we had grown up in and we inherited it after our parents passed.” Stephanie explained. “One
Larissa’s POV Two days later, I was back in that suffocating courtroom, and the weight in my chest hadn’t lessened. If anything, it had grown heavier.Carter had explained what would happen: today was the defense’s turn. Today, the jury would hear our side, our witnesses. But knowing that didn’t make it easier to sit under the fluorescent lights, knowing I’d soon be the one in the witness box.Carter had told me not to rehearse too much so that I wouldn't sound scripted and fake. But I couldn't help it. How else was I supposed to stay calm and deliver my testimony without stuttering if I didn't practice? I'd paced a hole in the bedroom floor, anxiously going over what I would say until Brayden had dragged me to bed and held me down until I'd fallen asleep in his arms.“Don’t worry. You'll be brilliant.” Stephanie had said as I’d helped her with her hair that morning.It was easy for her to say. She wasn't the murder suspect. And Stephanie had her unadulterated rage for Benjamin to fu
Larissa's POV When we got back in, the prosecution had lined up their witnesses, each one neatly typed into a schedule, as though this were just a normal day of business meetings instead of the day my life would be picked apart piece by piece.I smoothed my skirt as we sat back down after the morning formalities. Brayden was beside me, posture sharp and alert. Stephanie sat on my other side, tapping her foot in irritation, already bored out of her mind.The prosecutor — Mr. Harrington, still smug as though this trial were already a victory lap — stood and adjusted his tie. “Your Honor, the State would like to call Officer Daniel Hughes to the stand.”A bailiff led a man forward. He was tall, lean, his uniform crisp even though he wasn’t technically on duty. He raised his right hand, swore the oath, and sat.“Officer Hughes.” Mr. Harrington began, “Can you tell us about the night in question?”The officer nodded with practiced calm. “I was called to the scene following reports of a d
Larissa's POV The last time I had been in a courthouse, it was for Brayden and I's wedding.The wedding has been more or less a private affair. I hadn't invited any of my friends or family members because they all thought me to be a murderer and wouldn't have come anyway. My dress was long enough to cover my ankle monitor and my veil thick enough to hide my expression from the crowd.So much has changed since then.For one, this wasn't a private affair. Anyone with even the slightest ear for news and/or gossip knew of this trial. So that meant that reporters, vloggers, and randos were stationed at the entrance of the courthouse with their cameras and microphones. Even before we stepped out of the car, there was the noise from the questions being thrown at us, and the multiple flashes from the camera were evident. Some people had scrawled words of encouragement — or otherwise depending on whose side of the story they believed — on placards and cardboards and waved them as we drove by.







