Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 7

“Paxton, Vivica, I’ve brought the girl back,” Sapphira announced, gently patting Larissa’s back. “Larissa, go on, say hello to your parents and your second brother.”

Larissa didn’t move. Instead, she asked with a faint, mocking smile, “Aunt, are they really my birth parents and my brother?”

Sapphira paused, then nodded. “Yes, they are. Why do you ask?”

Larissa sneered. “Because I’m supposed to be their real daughter, their real sister. But from the way they’re looking at me, you’d think I was something they scraped off their shoe.”

The four people in the room flinched. They hadn’t expected her to be so blunt.

Sapphira was at a loss for words. She knew exactly what Paxton and Vivica were thinking. They didn’t want this daughter; they already had a perfect one. That’s why they’d stayed home to comfort their adopted daughter instead of taking a moment to retrieve their biological one. Finley and Leopold felt the same way, closer to the sister they’d known for twenty years. Neither wanted to hurt her feelings, so they hadn’t gone either. Finley, the eldest, hadn’t even bothered to show up at all, still at work. In the end, Sapphira couldn’t bear it and had volunteered to go with her husband. She hadn’t imagined that even with the girl standing right here, Paxton and Vivica wouldn’t even pretend to be welcoming.

Vivica glanced at her husband. Paxton returned her look. An unspoken agreement passed between them. This biological daughter was not the meek, timid girl they had expected. They couldn’t just brush her off. If they wanted her to willingly marry Haskell in Honora’s place, they would have to put on a show.

With great reluctance, Vivica rose and walked toward Larissa, forcing a pained expression onto her face. “My child, you’ve suffered so much out there.”

Larissa sidestepped her, avoiding the touch. “Don’t pretend. I don’t see a trace of pain in your eyes.”

Vivica froze, embarrassed. A spark of anger ignited within her. She had humbled herself to extend an olive branch, and this girl had not only refused it but had thrown it back in her face.

So this is what happens when a child isn’t raised by you—no manners at all.

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