“Phoebe!!” he spat, hatred blazing. “You bitch! I already made a choice. Why would you hurt Margaret?! Don’t drag someone else into this! If you hate me, come at me!”
Watching him with that mix of grief and fury was delicious. I couldn’t help but laugh heartily.
“Oh?” I went on. “Then why weren’t you thinking like this three years ago when Renzo died?”
At my words, Cade’s face drained of color. “How do you know about Renzo? What… what is your relationship with my brother?”
“If you hadn’t killed him, I probably would’ve been your sister-in-law.” I dropped the bomb. “Cade.” I raised my eyes, cold. “Funny thing, he died the night before he was going to propose to me.”
I’d known it for a while. Cade had killed his own younger brother.
Renzo Oliver had promised to marry me. I was a breath away from wearing his ring. But because of Cade, he and I were torn apart.
That was why I’d built this reckless playgirl act to get close to Cade.
His eyes reddened as he still held the unconscious Margaret. His jaw also clenched, and a cold laugh escaped him. “So you came on to me on purpose, to avenge him?”