Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 8

Of course, that was a lie. The truth was that Honora had been devastated since learning she wasn’t their biological daughter. She had cried all night and had barely eaten breakfast this morning. Vivica’s heart had ached for her, and she’d decided to stay and comfort her.

“So what preparations did you make for me?” Larissa asked, her tone laced with mockery.

“I had your room prepared,” Vivica said quickly. “Come, I’ll show you.”

She reached for Larissa’s hand again.

Larissa dodged her again. “Oh, so preparing a room was more important than picking me up.”

Vivica’s hand met empty air for the second time, and a flash of irritation crossed her eyes. Would this never end?

“There’s no need to see the room. I might not even be staying,” Larissa said, pointing at the young woman her age. “Who is she?”

The young woman flinched, her eyes immediately welling with tears as she clutched the sleeve of the young man beside her.

He took her hand reassuringly. “It’s okay, Honora.” After calming her, he turned a cold gaze on Larissa. “I’m your brother, Leopold. And she is my sister, Honora.”

He deliberately emphasized the words ‘my sister.’

“Oh,” Larissa said, drawing out the sound. “So she’s your sister. Does that mean she’s the adopted one I was swapped with?”

The fake heiress’s name was Honora. Her birth mother, Calista Lester, had worked as a client service representative at a maternity center. She had met Vivica, who had been scouting luxury centers since she was three months pregnant. Calista, who was pregnant at the same time, saw an opportunity. She followed Vivica’s choice, scraped together the money, and booked a room at the same center. During their stay, she had managed to switch the babies without anyone noticing. It just so happened that Honora had a rash on her face at the time, so Vivica never suspected a thing. She had gone home with the wrong baby.

Honora bit her lip, the tears now flowing freely. “I’m sorry…”

Leopold squeezed her cold hand.

“Honora, this has nothing to do with you,” he soothed, then turned to glare at Larissa. “Yes, it was Honora’s mother who switched you! But Honora is innocent! She knew nothing about what her mother did!”

Larissa let out a sharp laugh, her eyes full of scorn. “Oh, she’s so innocent! So innocently enjoying twenty years of a luxurious life that should have been mine, while I, the real heiress, was thrown in a dumpster in the dead of winter. If someone hadn’t found me, I would have died before I was even a day old.”