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
