All that Glitters is not Gold
Rocococlaimed by my stepbrother
As for Harold, I had the movers clear out everything in his room—his expensive wardrobe, luxurious cosmetics items, and anything in between, gathering everything in a pile outside the villa.
Then, I made sure Harold watched as I poured gasoline over his possessions and burnt it all to ash.
Bound and unable to move, Harold couldn't save his prized possessions, and could only howl and bawl in anguish.
My mother, seeing him crying himself hoarse, went up and hugged him, comforting him, "It's alright. I'll just buy everything again! Brand new ones!"
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