All Chapters of My Finance's Brother's Forbidden Game : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Larissa's POV It took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to realize where we were going. Hint: It wasn’t Lara’s house.A familiar, towering skyscraper, all reflective glass and steel, stood imposing in the distance. It was one of the most prestigious firms in the city. Employees, executives, and clients streamed in and out of the building dressed in sharp suits and crisp dresses. Some clutched coffee cups or briefcases. Others walked briskly as they chatted amongst themselves or into the phones pressed against their ears. The Patterson Financial Group tower.I wasn’t just where I had worked. It was where Lara had died. And where I had confessed to her murder.I looked at Brayden but he paid me no mind. He pulled into the underground parking garage the light dimming slightly as he maneuvered into his reserved spot. The second the engine shut off, the “What are we doing here?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “I thought we were going to Lara’s place.”“We are. We are he

Brayden's POVLara’s house was more like a showroom. It looked too pristine, too doll-like, too well put together to be the place that she came back to after a day of hard work. Something definitely wasn’t adding up.Larissa and I spent the next half hour searching, opening drawers, checking behind bookshelves, and feeling along the edges of furniture for any hidden compartments. Anything that could give us more information about Lara and the circumstances of her death. We found nothing.“We should go.” I said finally after Larissa searched the same drawer for the third time.“Yeah.” She said, finally closing the drawer shut and stepping away.I made my way to the front door, opened it and let Larissa step through first back outside into the warm morning air. I inhaled deeply, trying to shake off the cold, sterile feeling of Lara’s house as I locked the door and put the spare key back in its compartment.“That was weird.” I said, straightening.“Tell me about it.” Larissa mumbled. The

Larissa's POVThe ride back to the house was mostly silent. Not because there wasn’t anything to say. It was quite the opposite. There was just too much to say and neither of us knew where to begin.Benjamin had had a child with Lara. One that was more than a year old. And I had been dating him but knew absolutely nothing about his other life. Considering that I had been the one to source whatever gift Benjamin wanted to buy for people, there was a possibility that I had aided in buying a gift for the child without ever even meeting her.No one ever mentioned a sister or a child at trial. From what Margaret said, Stephanie might be the one currently caring for Claire. But if she hadn’t been seen in a while, that meant either she was in hiding or something had happened to her too.My mind raced as we sped through the street. Where were they now? Margaret had mentioned that she thought Lara had an apartment somewhere else. Which was given, seeing as the one we had just visited looked ba

Larissa's POVTrue to his word, Brayden did put up Emily’s drawing on the fridge the second we got back to his estate. It was attached to the fridge with a ladybug magnet – one that I now suspected Emily must have given him herself – and stood out among the otherwise cluttered surface of mundane reminders scribbled on sticky notes, and the ever growing grocery list scrawled out on a sheet of paper.The crude crayon drawing of our ‘family’ done by a five-year-old, was now the crown jewel of the refrigerator.He had only just turned away from the fridge when Gwen waltzed into the kitchen, eyes zeroed in on the plastic container that we’d brought back from Scott’s place.“Oh is that for me?” Gwen asked, prying open the cover without waiting for an answer. She inhaled deeply, practically salivating at the smell.“It absolutely isn’t.” Brayden said, though he made no move to stop her. “We went to Scott’s place and he made us lunch and insisted we take leftovers.”Gwen wasted no time in gra

Larissa's POV The next morning, I was up before the sun. I moved through my morning routine with impressive speed and slipped on the outfit I had set out the day before. Then, I joined Brayden downstairs. He was already wide awake, sipping tea out of his favorite mug and tapping away at his phone.“You good?” He asked as he watched me stifle a yawn.I nodded. “I’m barely awake but functional.”“That will have to do.” He said. “And thanks again for the tea sampler box.”“I should be the one thanking you. It was your card I used to get a spa treatment yesterday.”The ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “How about we call it even?” He suggested.We weren’t even. The trip to the day spa had cost him a couple of hundred dollars. The tea sampler box had cost me less than a hundred dollars. Not to mention how much he’d already previously spent on me. We definitely weren’t even. Still, I shrugged.“Sure.”Then, I had breakfast – sneaking the dogs bacon bits when Brayden wasn’