Tous les chapitres de : Chapitre 31 - Chapitre 37

As Julian led Larisa up the stairs, she couldn't help but recall his father's words.He said it was convenient that her parents had died...and he said it as though their lives didn't mean anything. Was it because they were poor?Larisa bit her lower lip, fighting to hold back tears. She'd thought of their deaths as many things~ mostly as her fault...but she'd never thought of it as convenient.They were heroes. They had laid down their lives for hers...and yet he said tha"I'm sorry about that. I didn't know he'd get so worked up.""It's fine." Larisa grumbled. "At least you warned me beforehand.""No, it's not fine." He stopped at the top of the stairs, turning to face her. "He had no right to talk to you like that...and he had no right talking about your parents that way either.""It's fine."Julian reached out and took her by the shoulder, giving her a gentle shake. "Can you stop saying that? Say something else. Tell me how angry you are...because you don't look fine to me.""But I

The first thing Larisa did when she got back to the safehouse was log into her instagram on her laptop.She wanted to know if anyone had noticed she was gone.Of course, only Spencer had.Five messages sat waiting for her from him, each one asking if her silence meant something was wrong.Larisa smiled as she typed a reply.'Hey, Spencer! I'm fine, I have a lot on my plate...but nothing I can't handle. My phone got lost, so I didn't get to see your messages. How are you? And what about your wife and son?'It wasn't exactly a lie.Julian had taken her phone, and she had no intention of logging into her personal accounts on the replacement he'd given her. Who knew what was installed on it? What if he could see everything she did?Nope.That phone was for one thing and one thing only...answering Julian whenever he called.Speaking of Julian, he left earlier for work, barely giving her a proper goodbye.It was still early. Why was he in such a rush?His parents hadn't returned either...wh

"Larisa, that's..." Julian's eyes widened, his lips slipping slightly ajar as he looked at her. "It has to be a replica. There's no way it's real. That organization fell before we were born. I've only heard stories about it, stories that don't even make sense." "Then tell me, does my parents' death make sense? Tears slipped down her cheeks, her hand gripping Julian's tighter. "What were thugs looking for in a house that looked like it survived thirteen storms? There was no money for them to steal, they didn't ask for any." Her voice cracked. "They only asked for a key." "I don't..." Julian shook his head, his eyes dropping to the pendant. "No. That doesn't prove anything." "It does to me." "Larisa..." "My father told them he didn't have it. He denied knowing anything about it." Julian went completely still. Larisa wiped her cheeks, only for more tears to follow. "I was fourteen. I didn't understand what they were talking about. I didn't even know why they wanted a key so badly

Larisa walked up to the dining room, right behind Julian, stopping as the guards opened the double doors for them. It was time to get the truth.For years, she wondered why her family had to die...The police shook it off as an attempted robbery, but Larisa knew from the start that it had been more than just that.Nobody broke into a house to rob it without asking for money. She wasn't a fool.She walked into the room, and like last time, Chelsea and Marcello were already seated, but Chelsea was seated a chair away from him. There was also this tense aura around them, one that Larisa couldn't quite pin.Either way, she sat down when Julian pulled out a chair for her, adjusting the necklace around her neck. "Good evening."Chelsea smiled. "Good evening, sweetheart." she greeted back. "I see you're wearing it tonight? It suits you.""The necklace?" Larisa asked as Julian sat beside her. "It was Julian's idea. He said it was simple and cute...much like me."That was a dreadful lie, it di