the monster beneath.
“You can’t do this!” he hissed, abandoning all pretense of grief. “That’s my money! I’ve put up with you for fifteen years—your neuroses, your constant need for attention, your pathetic attempts at running a business! I earned every penny of that money!”
“By murdering me?” Lia asked calmly.
“You were going to die anyway!” Oliver exploded,continue reading …
