Lara Name Meaning Novels & Stories

Arthur began the conversation. “Is it true that you are the daughter of Alpha Pascal?” He asked curiously. “Forgive me for asking this out of the blue, but as far as I know, this man only has one daughter.” Lara smiled sadly. All this time, she had lived in her father’s shadow. She wasn’t allowed to leave the house; she wasn’t allowed to make friends. She had to keep herself a secret. Her existence was worthless. “Not many people know that I am his daughter.” Lara replied bitterly. “Because my mother used to be a slave.”

Mari declared. Maximo and Lara look at each other. Maximo mouthed, "Thank you and I love you," to his wife. After a few minutes, the second child came out after Lara used her remaining strength to make it. After she heard the baby's cry, she lost consciousness. However, before she totally lost it, she mentioned the names of each baby. "Maxy-baby please name our baby boy as Maximore Lhor Winston and Maximinian Claire Winston for our princess," Lara weakly said before she fully lost her consciousness.

"I had no idea about any of this, Lara. Then why am I being held captive here?” Lara's lips curled into a cruel smile as she revealed the depths of her resentment. "That's exactly why I made it my life's mission to make you suffer, Liana. So that I would never again feel sorry for myself," she declared, her voice laced with malice. "You had everything, Liana. And I had nothing. It was only fair that I took everything from you.” Shock rippled through me as I processed the enormity of Lara's vendetta against me. “Is that why…. You and James…?”

I sat with the weight of all of it and had absolutely no idea how to begin telling her. *lara.* The name alone made something cold and furious coil low in my chest. Lara, who I now understood, with sick clarity, must be connected somehow to the very family Lily had already told me, in fragments, in careful half-truths I'd let her keep, she'd once considered her own before everything fell apart around her. I didn't yet understand the full shape of that connection. But I intended to.

"No matter how much you copy me today, Lucian won't even glance at you. I suggest you withdraw. Otherwise, you're just going to embarrass Lucian and Rowan." I raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down, genuinely curious. "I'm actually curious—what exactly do you have that's worth copying? The fact that you've only got a few months left to live? Or your talent for stirring up drama and ruining families?" "Hey!" A flash of pure, venomous rage crossed Lara's eyes, but she was surrounded by the lunas of New York's top packs, so she had to force a polite smile. I ignored her and scooted my chair farther away.