Larissa Manoela Stories Novels & Stories

Larissa took a deep breath and calmed herself down. After all, it would be too awkward and embarrassing for things to go sour when there were so many people. “Mr. Goldmann, if there’s anything that bothers you, we can solve it later—” Nolan interrupted her, “Mrs. Lucas, are you telling me that you don’t dare to recognize the mistake that you’ve made?” Larissa’s hand that was holding the wine glass tightened once again. ‘What am I hesitating about? It’s obvious that this woman looks a lot like Marina at first glance... The resemblance is uncanny.

Larissa looks between the three of them in confusion as she wondered if Niko was here to punish Reyna for using him as a cover the other time. But wasn’t it a bit too late? She wondered and then held Reyna’s hands. “What did you do? Why are they trying to take you away?” She asked her face full of worry and concern. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it when I come back but they mean no harm” she said as she patted her palm that was entwined with hers. Larissa nodded reluctantly and then let go of her hand, on a second thought, she pulled her back “are you sure, I heard news that said him being gay was only a rumor and he’s still a woman lover” she said looking at the peerlessly handsome

Naomi's POV Lucas' face was in flabbergasted again for the third time tonight. I think I'm giving him too much pressure by telling him my story, or maybe because he was surprised about my revelation. I mean, who wouldn't? I'm working in LM Fashion Incorporation as a fashion designer, but I'm also resenting Mrs. Manoban because of what she did long years ago. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." "No no, I'm curious and confused." He said, shaking his head furiously.

Marilyn had even admitted that she was the one who had leaked the information. With this as evidence, it shouldn't be a problem destroying Moorewell. "Good." Larissa nodded. Then, she hesitated before telling Lewis, "Lewis, I booked a Tuesday flight to Bartham." "Huh?" Larissa hadn't discussed this with Lewis prior, so he was shocked to hear it. But he went back to normal quickly. "Is this for the company or for Kevan?" he asked. Larissa lowered her head guiltily and replied softly, "Both."

It's just food. Secretly pissed, I tried to go back to my sketch when I heard Larissa's name, followed by laughter. My ears twitched and my eyebrows pulled together in curiosity. "I heard her mother was a drunk and a prostitute. She ended up in jail after she fucked someone's husband and he died under her," what?

All eyes fell on the lady in question, and I wasn't particularly sure I liked the manner Isabella referred to her. What did she mean by 'little date'. I watched as the lady squirmed in her seat, clearly feeling displaced from the group. "So, Larissa, I hear you work as a maid in the Vassallo manor." Isabella said, sounding rather.... mockful. That didn't sit well with me, because it reminded me of a part of my life I didn't wish to remember. "Yes, I do." Larissa muttered, unable to meet their eyes. I felt my face burn up in embarrassment.

(Isabella’s POV) The name glowed on the screen in the dark war room, a monstrous and unbelievable truth that stole the air from my lungs. The Lazarus Program. Lazarus. The man who was brought back from the dead. My mind, which had been reeling from one impossible revelation after another, finally landed on the full, horrifying scope of what we were facing. This was not a simple war of revenge. Liliana Moretti was not just a criminal mastermind. She was a monster playing God. For twenty-five years, she had been hidden away, funding a secret, unholy science, twisting the very laws of life and death to serve her quest for vengeance.

‘Slap’ Harder. The second slap echoed louder than the first. Liana’s head snapped again. This time she didn’t turn back right away. She pressed her palm to her cheek, wincing. Under her breath, she muttered curses and ugly words. Words sisters weren’t supposed to say to each other. “Who told you all this, Liana?” Kayla demanded. Her voice shook with anger and something worse. Fear. “Who fed you these lies?” Liana finally looked up. She lifted her chin, defiant. Smug. “Who wouldn’t know, sis? Your news is everywhere. Trending. ‘Ryder Moreno’s mistress miscarries.’ ‘Hotel receipts leaked.’ ‘Call boy scandal.’ You’re internet famous now. Congratulations.”

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

Larisa licked her lips when the air made them dry, eyes darting from the club back to him. She had the opportunity to get revenge, but should she take it? She was well aware of how dangerous this could get…but the writer within her had stirred awake…that and the memories of what he’d done to her when she was vulnerable and afraid of dying in that room. Her fingers twitched in his hand, and a chill ran down her spine. Maybe she could name her story ‘The Blackmail’, or perhaps ‘Blackmailed by a mafia man’…or even ‘Blackmailed By The Ruthless Mafia Boss’