Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 346

Before he died, Seaton had entrusted her to a relative who had cared for him diligently, leaving his entire inheritance to them as payment for her upbringing. But the relative was a two-faced monster. The care had been a performance to get Seaton’s money. Once the inheritance was theirs, they took advantage of her being a small child, broke their promise, and tried to sell her as a child bride to a family in a remote region.

She ran away.

At six years old, she began fighting with stray dogs for scraps in dumpsters. She lived like that for two years, hiding and surviving, until she was caught stealing potatoes in a place called Spire Village. When the villagers learned she was a homeless orphan, they took her in. They taught her to identify medicinal herbs, giving her a way to earn her food through her own labor.

As the days passed, the villagers noticed her astonishing talent for medicine and taught her everything they knew. With her own skills, she was no longer a target for bullies.

Until she returned to the Judson family. Her closest relatives had become the sharpest knives pointed at her heart.

The memories assaulted her, and a bitter laugh escaped her lips. The very people who had caused her suffering were living in luxury. Why should they enjoy such a life?

“All of you,” she said, her chaotic thoughts solidifying into icy resolve, “deserve a taste of suffering. And I will be the one to serve it to you.”

Her voice was like a shard of frozen glass as she spoke to Finley. His body began to tremble, and then an unbearable pain erupted from within, spreading through him like fire.

With that, she turned her back on him, leaving him to writhe on the ground, his groans of pain echoing in the night. His fingers clawed at the pavement as he tried to anchor himself against the torment.

“Larissa…” He looked up, his hand reaching weakly for her retreating back, desperate for her to stop, even for a moment.

But she didn’t falter. She walked into the villa and shut the door with a firm click, extinguishing his last sliver of hope and cutting him off completely.

Finley endured it for ten minutes before the pain became too much. He slammed his head against the wall beside the gate, and the world went black as he collapsed onto the cold ground.