Angol
Mallory Vane and Declan Price have discovered something deeply unfortunate about marriage:They fucking hate each other.They were already planning a divorce when Mallory's obscenely wealthy grandfather dies and leaves behind one final middle finger from beyond the grave.Mallory gets $38 million.Declan gets $12 million.There's just one condition.They have to remain legally married, live under the same roof, and survive another twenty-two months before either of them can collect a cent.Divorce?They each get one dollar.But buried inside the will is one extremely inconvenient loopholeIf one spouse dies, the survivor still gets the inheritance.Suddenly, every staircase looks suspicious.Every meal could be poisoned.Every household accident deserves a second look.And every loving smile seems to say the exact same thing:I wonder how much you're worth dead.What begins with paranoia, petty sabotage, and weaponized breakfast quickly escalates into an increasingly deranged marital arms race as Mallory and Declan attempt to engineer the perfect "accident"-without getting caught, without getting killed first, and preferably without losing the goddamn money.Unfortunately, they are both much better at being assholes than they are at murder.Inheritance Till Death is a profanity-soaked black comedy about marriage, money, attempted murder, terrible decisions, and two people discovering that staying together may actually kill them.Till death do us part has never sounded so much like a financial strategy.
