Rhys Larsen here. That slip of a girl, Mia Rose, is now my wife. Don't be fooled by her doll-like facade; she's a viper in a lace dress. She snatched away my love, Olivia, and then slithered into her place, into my life, under the guise of grieving innocence. She thinks she's clever, but I see through her act. She's a gold-digger, a murderer, an...Read more