Marrying the Better Beastman
"No, Honey. No gold mine. Just a mountain."
"Mm, right, just a mountain," I said sweetly. "And on that mountain, just a modest little two-thousand-square-meter manor."
On the other side of the screen, their faces twisted as though they'd swallowed poison.
Celie's rage boiled over. She lunged at our mother, fingers clamping around her throat, eyes bloodshot.
"Mom! This is what you called the good life? Why? If I'd married Felix, then all of Avery's good fortune would've been mine! Why did you lie to me?"