Larisa staggered inside the house, blowing her hair out of her face. Her blackmailer was behind her, locking the door to the house he confessed to having bought.
It was just as fancy as she thought it’d be. Three floors and they were on the second one. A portion of the walls were made of glass and the windows were big, big enough to fit two of her through them. The marble floor made the place seem more extravagant…that along with the chandeliers that hung from the ceiling.
At the front of each floor, she’d noticed from outside that there was a balcony and though there was a beautiful case of stairs that was capable of doing its job, there was also an elevator that could do it quicker. This house was one she hadn’t ever dreamed of stepping foot in, so why was she in it; drunk from the liq
