Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 355

Vivica’s eyes widened in fury. “How dare you speak to me like that! Have you forgotten what’s at stake?”

“Not at all,” Larissa said calmly. “You kidnapped my mother, cut off a finger wearing her wedding ring, and sent it to me to threaten me into obeying you. Is that about right?”

The Lincolns’ eyes widened. So that was their leverage—the life of Neville’s wife.

Vivica faltered.

Was it possible Larissa didn’t care about Sapphira? The thought brought a twisted mix of pleasure and panic. On one hand, it served Sapphira right for meddling. On the other, if Larissa didn’t care, their threat was useless.

Since Larissa had laid it all bare, Paxton saw no reason to hide it.

“So,” he said, his voice strained, “is that your answer? You don’t care if your mother lives or dies?”

He picked up his phone and dialed Gareth’s number, planning to order him to cut off another of Sapphira’s fingers.

To his shock, a phone started ringing from just outside the villa.

Before he could process it, Sapphira’s voice called out. “Paxton, it’s not that Larissa doesn’t care. It’s that I’m already safe.”

The doors opened, and Sapphira walked in, supporting a frail-looking Kiernan. Neville was right beside her.

A cold dread washed over Paxton. It was over. His plan was exposed.

Neville’s voice was like ice. “Paxton, in front of our dad, is there anything you have to say for yourself?”

The room fell silent. Kiernan’s aged face was a canvas of disappointment and rage.

“Paxton,” he demanded, his voice trembling, “did you arrange for the kidnapping of your sister-in-law?”

Paxton knew denial was useless. He said nothing, but his pale face and trembling hands betrayed his guilt.