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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 For a second, the entire courtroom looked like a paused movie.Nobody moved.Nobody breathed.Nobody blinked.Nobody seemed to believe what we had all just heard.Then Judge Henderson stood so fast his chair screeched “Miss Knowles, you will be escorted by medical staff and court officers to ensure that evidence is retrieved with no interference.”Londyn shrugged. “Fine by me.” Then instead of leaving, she walked towards me. “Hey. I’m going to need like... prune juice money. This... evidence is not going to come out without a fight.”A strangled noise clawed out of my throat. I wasn’t sure if it was a sob or a laugh. This entire thing was all so ridiculous, I couldn’t even begin to wrap my head around it. So I just stared blankly at her like an idiot.Brayden’s hand closed around my elbow, steadying me. “Breathe.” He murmured, then reached into his pocket, took out his wallet, and handed Londyn his black card.She whistled. “Well, damn. I’m going to buy the good prune
Larissa's POV Morning came too quickly.I woke up with my arms wrapped around Londyn, the comforter tangled around both of us. For a moment, before the weight of everything settled into my chest again, I let myself simply watch her breath.We had fallen asleep mid-conversation last night most of our talks revolving around unimportant things like. I had done most of the talking because her throat was still sore from all that she’d endured. But from what she’d offered up and the short conversation Stephanie and I had had when we’d bumped into each other in the kitchen sometime around midnight when we’d both coincidentally come down from a midnight snack, Londyn had endured a lot.She had spent ten days in that bathtub. Without food. Without water. Without knowing whether she’d live or die. And she’d come so close to dying too, because the human body was not made to go that long without water. Food, maybe. But ten days without water was a stretch. It was a miracle she even survived at a
Narrator's POV Londyn froze.Not because she wasn’t terrified anymore. She still was. But because she recognized the girl standing in the doorway of the bathroom.Stephanie. Lara’s sister.Londyn had never met Stephanie personally, but she recognized her from seeing her in court multiple times, and judging by the way Stephanie had always glared at Benjamin with unadulterated hatred, it was fair to say that Stephanie wasn’t here to kill her.Her breathing stuttered, but the frantic bucking stopped. Her eyes stayed wide and glassy, but she wasn't fighting anymore.Stephanie patted herself down frantically. “Shit! I don’t have my phone.”Scott, still with his sleeve pressed to his bleeding nose, stared at her incredulously like she was the disappointment of an entire generation. “I thought all teenagers were surgically attached to their phones.”“That is just a cliche and also…”“Stephanie, now’s not the time to argue.” Scott cut in sternly. “My phone’s in the car. We can use that. Go g
Narrator's POV The night Londyn refused to lie for Benjamin was the night everything went to shit.It started in Benjamin’s home office when he’d discovered her snooping. And maybe that could have been forgiven, but when he’d asked her to take the stand and commit perjury, and she’d refused, Benjamin had realized that his fiancée’s loyalty lay elsewhere.He couldn’t have her destroying everything he’d worked so hard to build. So he’d dragged her down the hallway, shoved her into her wardrobe — the closet was too spacious for traitors — and slammed the door shut before she even had time to react.The lock clicked into place. Her heart thudded wildly as she thrashed around and screamed for help.She soon realized that no one was coming to save her. But what she didn’t know was that someone had come to look for her.After Londyn didn’t show up at the meeting place she’d scheduled in her note, Larissa had come looking for her. Benjamin had spun some story about her being on a trip and sh
Brayden's POV I tried not to check my phone again.I really did.But I'd already lost count of how many times I'd glanced at the screen, convinced I must have somehow missed a call or a message. The notification bar was still the same — emails from my assistant, two calendar reminders, and a couple of news alerts. No update from Scott. No text from Stephanie. Not even an accidental butt-dial. Just silence.Scott and Stephanie had been gone for longer than planned. Logically, I knew Scott could handle himself. He wasn’t some rookie. He’d been a private investigator for years, and before that, he worked briefly in security. He was steady, level-headed, and the opposite of reckless.So objectively, there was no reason to worry.Subjectively, though?I was one missed call away from pacing a trench into the hardwood floor.But I kept my mouth shut, because Larissa was alright today. Her anxiety wasn’t gone, but it wasn’t at the forefront of all her actions. She’d had her anxious moments,
Larissa's POV Two days later, Scott was back.He arrived right before breakfast. The estate was unusually quiet. Gwen was still in bed, nursing a hangover and I suspected that she'd probably be there all morning. Claire was propped up in her high chair, face already stained with the strawberries I had cut up for her. Brayden was at the counter trying to decide just how he wanted to make the pancakes that morning.It was all very domestic.“Alright.” He began, setting his briefcase down on the table. “I’ve got the results.”Brayden straightened. “And?”“I’ll start with what we do know.” He said. His tone was calm and deliberate; the way doctors sounded when they were about to deliver something that was technically hopeful, but not really. “I had them run the test twice just to be sure. The blood sample from the note was a 61% match with Larissa’s. Seeing as the average DNA shared between siblings is 50%, that tells us that the blood is definitely Londyn’s.”Brayden nodded slowly. “We







