Monster In The Closet Cast Novels & Stories

Too perfectly. This wasn’t evidence. It was theater. And I had been cast as the villain. I closed my eyes and counted to five. In the dark I could see them all: Vanessa rehearsing a sob before the mirror. The Senator signing off on a smear that smelled like incense and rot. A servant moving cups like chess pieces. And Zara… somewhere in the house, swallowing her fury, pretending not to break because she would rather die than let me see her fall apart. I opened my eyes. Picked up the phone. Dialed the one man who always answered.

“No. This time, I want to see how much of a monster you’ve become.” He flicked a switch. A countdown timer started flashing on a nearby detonator. Five minutes. Four fifty-nine. Four fifty-eight. “You can save him,” Dominik said sweetly. “But the doors are rigged. You can’t drag him out. And you won’t have time to untie him and escape before this place blows.” Noa’s pulse pounded.

his mother explained. "Why don't you kids show daddy what you bought while me and grandma put some stuff away" Madam Monroe suggested and the kids happily agreed. The kids dragged their father to the walk in closet as they opened the shopping bags and showed the clothes. After they hanged it on the drawers. Madam Monroe, CEO Monroe, and the staffs positioned the beds and other furnitures. After a few hours they finally finished. The room was still incomplete but it was liveable with the basics.