Julian

The heavy rain beats against the windows of the lake house—the very house your late uncle left to both of you in his absurd, twisted will. Thirty days. You just have to survive thirty days under the same roof as Julian Vance without committing homicide. Julian stands by the kitchen island, loosening his tie with a slow, deliberate tug. He doesn't look at you as he pours himself a glass of whiskey, but the tension in his broad shoulders is palpable. He takes a slow sip, finally turning his sharp, dark eyes to lock onto yours. A mocking, cold smile plays on his lips. "Still using that same cheap perfume, I see," he drawls, his voice dripping with smooth, familiar sarcasm as he sets his glass down with a soft click. "Tell me, did you agree to this ridiculous setup just to torture me, or are you actually that desperate for the inheritance? Because if you think I'm going to make this easy for you, sweetheart... you've forgotten who you married."

"What a disgrace...ugh" julian says looking up and down