All Chapters of My Finance's Brother's Forbidden Game : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Larissa's POV The women Tiffany introduced me to were all variations of well-dressed and well-off.Shauna, who did something with nutrition and also held the title of vice president at the country club where all the women frequented. Evelyn, who used to be a runway model and was now the owner of a luxury makeup and skincare line that sold exclusively in high-end boutiques. Claudine, whose family owned the champagne we would be drinking this afternoon: apparently this batch was infused with gold flakes.And then there was me.Former Patterson Financial staff. Currently unemployed. Currently on trial for murder.I joined them around the glass-topped table set with gold-trimmed plates and tiny food that looked too beautiful to eat. There were crustless sandwiches, flower-shaped pastry, and delicate crêpes stuffed with cream and fruit.These women were even more glamorous and prestigious up close.They were all perfectly styled and composed, like walking paintings. Diamond tennis bracele

Larissa's POV The ride home was quiet.Not awkwardly so, just… still. The kind of still that seeps into your thoughts and expands until that’s all that’s in your head.I sat in the backseat of the sleek black car that Tiffany’s driver had brought me in, the tinted windows casting the passing streets in a soft gray haze. Outside, the world glided by in the afternoon’s warm sun.I stared out the window, one hand resting loosely on my lap, the other fidgeting with my wedding ring.I kept thinking about the painting.That field of wildflowers was engulfed in flames.Brayden had made that. Painted it with his own hands. And it didn’t look like the efforts of a teenage hobbyist dabbling with watercolors and canvas. No, that painting had weight, depth, and emotion. A soul, maybe. It meant something. Maybe not to everyone, but definitely to him.But yet, I had never heard him mention painting. Not once.And I was supposed to be his wife. Not his real wife sure, but I had been living with him

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

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

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