Novel & Cerita Larissa Smith Do

Best Regard, Warren Thomson Mishka smiled, reading the message when another news popped up on her screen that caught her attention as she clicked on it. Lia Smith, a renowned model, is found in a pool of blood inside her apartment. The model recently re-started her career with Star Magazine as they lifted the ban. She started her career again after the major fallout with Star magazine last year that caught all media attention. Rumours were Mishka Knight was going to replace her, but the Star Magazine cast Raven Turner at the last moment because of the unavailability of the former.

My father, Marvin Yates, and my mother, Anna Carter, froze for a second before standing up, disbelief written all over their faces. "Hayden Yates, are you pulling our leg?" I looked at them, my voice steady. "I'm serious. I like Larissa." I glanced over at the small, delicate figure tucked away in the corner, and my heart missed a beat. In my previous life, Holly Smith had shattered my heart with her fake death. It was Larissa Shaw who had been there, slowly helping me piece it back together.

She can't sit still and watch Malia disrespect her every time. A notification popped on her phone screen and she picked it up, only to see Jayden's w******p message. “There is an elite gala event, I have told Smith about it and am sure he will bring you along. Come without panties on.” Linda rolled her eyes and cleared the message on her phone immediately. Jayden was just a tool for her to get pregnant, she loves his dick and enjoys the way he bangs her but her heart belongs to Smith. She heard a soft knock on the door, just as she stood up from the cushion chair, Smith stepped into her apartment.

His handsome face was completely destroyed, and his face was covered with blood still streaming in it. Lake opened his mouth slowly, trying to speak with Smith, "La ...Larissa." Smith turned to Lake's small gesticulating hand. At first he did not understand Lake's intent. Then he turned Lake's sloping body into his back, without delay, Smith's time quickly unbuttoned one by one. And he managed to find something Lake brought, a diary. Smith watched Lake close his eyes slowly, with tears streaming down his eyes. The situation might have changed somehow, when all his plans with Aleda were just a little more done. They almost made it. Maybe if Lake wasn't on this beach. Now the only question is,

“Because none of you know Griff the way I do. None of you have the balls to take him down. I know your type, too. One whiff of his scent, and you’ll be on your knees.” “He isn’t that special,” said Larissa. “Yes, he is,” I growled. She stared at her nails, looking like she’d just painted them and was admiring her handiwork. “I’m serious,” she said. “I’ve had bigger, better, richer, and more handsome.” “Please,” Marianna rasped. “What?” I snapped. “Sorry,” she cried. “I won’t talk shit.”

She smiled in ways only the camera got to see—poised, polished, invincible. #TheLianaEffect. #QueenOfTech. The world was practically salivating over her comeback, and I was supposed to sit back, applaud politely, and move on. Worst of all? She was dominating the very space I’d once owned. Every headline felt like a dagger. And the last one? The last was the worst yet. “The Tech world in an uproar as the famous Dominic Smith slowly loses his spot to his Ex-wife, Liana Davids.” Fuck it!

“Regarding the project you will be starting next week, it appears Miss Smith will not be joining you in the fieldwork.” Liam and I exchanged a look. “Why is that, ma’am?” He inquired. Isadora glanced over at me with an unreadable expression. “I just don’t think she necessarily has to be a part of this. After all, she worked on the moodboard. R are you saying you can’t work without her, Liam?” “Isadora…..” “Liam?” I called out quickly to stop him. “It's alright. Will I be assigned another project, ma’am?” I asked, holding her gaze.