Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 788

"The Lincolns kept the story quiet," Neville explained, "but I heard that the girl who killed herself did it because of Fergus."

"What?!" Sapphira was stunned.

Neville continued, "She fell in love with him."

"But that's incest…" Sapphira trailed off, the horrifying reason for the girl's suicide suddenly clicking into place.

Neville's next words confirmed her fears. "Exactly. It was a taboo, a disgrace to the Lincoln family. The poor girl couldn't bear the gossip and Fergus's cold indifference, and she eventually had a breakdown and took her own life."

He paused, his expression grim. "The family blamed her, but the truth is, Fergus was the one who initiated it. Then he simply walked away, leaving her to face the consequences alone."

Sapphira looked at Larissa with alarm. "Neville, are you saying Fergus plans to use the same tactic on Larissa?"

"It's highly likely," Neville affirmed.

Larissa, however, remained perfectly calm. "I know," she said with a smile.

"You know?" Neville was taken aback. He knew his daughter was resourceful, but he hadn't expected her to be aware of the Lincolns’ darkest secrets.

Larissa picked up her knife and fork. "And that sob story about his injuries? It's a self-inflicted ploy for sympathy, staged just for me."

Sapphira gasped. "He did that to himself… If he can be that ruthless to himself, I can't imagine what he's capable of doing to others…"

Larissa sliced a piece of braised beef, her smile radiant. "Don't worry, Dad. Fergus wants to play mind games? I'm going to show him what it feels like to have his spirit utterly broken."

…

After settling into the west wing villa, Fergus stood by the window, gazing at the brightly lit east wing in the distance.

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