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LIAM'S POV I walked back downstairs, fumbling on my way to Angelie. I was shaking and fuming with anger. Upon seeing me, she stood up and walked aggressively towards me. She's smiling like she did something brilliant. I stood shaking in front of her. "Did you like my surprise, honey? I did a little cleaning. I threw away all our trashes!" She smiled at me sarcastically. I closed our distance and grabbed her by the arm tightly, without remorse. I didn't care whether I am hurting her, all I could feel right now was how mad I am. "Why the hell did you that? Where did you f*****g put it? Where?" I shouted at her face. The servants came running as soon as they heard me shouting. "To where it belongs, the trash bin! f**k you, Liam! Wake up! She's dead! She's f*****g dead—" I slapped her