Everyone in the Olivers' household treated me like a madwoman. They didn’t dare speak to me much, afraid of getting into trouble.
I lay there in bed for a week until one day, a curious face appeared at the window. It was a little girl in a princess dress peering in.
Phoebe's POV
“So you’re Phoebe?” the little girl snorted, narrowing her eyes. “You’re not even that pretty. If it weren’t for the Olivers' blood running through you, do you really think Cade would give you a second glance?”
“And that wedding?" she scoffed. "Don’t be delusional. In Cade’s eyes, you were just a cheap breeder.”
Her words landed like ice. But upon looking at her, she was clean and pampered, looking every bit the sheltered child I’d heard about. Margaret Jarvis, the pure, naive foster girl, Cade kept hidden away. Six years ago, he’d supposedly saved her life. Everyone in the city knew she existed.
My interest sharpened. Cade had ruined me. I wonder what his face would look like if I killed the one he’d kept like a pet.
A cold smile tugged at my lips. The prey really had walked right into my trap.
I waved her over. “Come here. I have something for you.”