Summary of Chapter 16 – A pivotal chapter in Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) by Joanne
The chapter Chapter 16 is one of the most intense moments in Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa), written by Joanne. With signature elements of the Romance genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.
Oh, right. She’d forgotten to block him.
Larissa typed back a single word without expression: [Idiot!]
Then she blocked his number.
…
Back in the west villa, Vivica paced furiously. “Neville and Sapphira have some nerve! They actually think they can take our daughter!”
Paxton sat down beside her and lit a cigarette. “No matter what, we cannot let her be adopted by them.”
Honora, standing behind them, kept her face impassive, but her eyes darkened.
It was Leopold who spoke up. “Dad, Mom, you didn’t want Honora to leave, right? If she wants to be adopted by Uncle and Aunt, just let her. Why are you fighting it?”
“We can disown her if we want, but that doesn’t mean Neville and Sapphira get to pick her up like some stray!” Vivica fumed.
“She’s basically trash anyway,” Leopold said dismissively. “Let them have her. It’s like they’re taking out the garbage for us. You saw what she was like today. Acting all high and mighty just because she has Judson blood. If she actually moved in, she’d turn this house upside down.”
Paxton looked at Honora. “Honora, you saw your grandpa’s attitude today. He cares more about his biological granddaughter than he does about you, no matter how accomplished you are.”
“Your mother is right,” Paxton said. “We know you and Honora are close and you don’t want to see her suffer. We feel the same way. But from now on, you have to at least pretend to care about your real sister. Get her to acknowledge you as her brother. Only then can we convince her to marry Haskell in Honora’s place and fulfill the alliance.”
Leopold was quiet for a moment before nodding. “Dad, Mom, I know what to do.”
…
After returning to her room, Honora walked to the window with her phone. She looked across at the brightly lit east villa and dialed a number. The moment the call connected, her soft, vulnerable expression hardened into something cruel.
“Is it done? Do you have the video?”

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