But I knew Renzo wouldn’t have treated me like this. He was clean and pure, not the kind to become a crime boss, not the kind to keep a sheltered girl as a pet, not the kind to sneak from my room into Margaret’s to satisfy himself, not the kind to have one eye stabbed out by me.
“Cade.” I sneered and grabbed a nearby bottle, smashing it down on his head. The glass shattered across his skull.
My voice was soft but sharp as it rang out, “Cade, I got close to you to have you pay for it.”
He staggered, nearly split open by the blow, but he stayed on his feet.
The private doctors gasped and rushed forward to steady him.
“Phoebe!” Blood trickled from the corner of his eye. “Tell me, why did you come to me, only to refuse to bear my child? What do you actually want?”
My gaze cooled until it was ice.
Phoebe's POV
“Where’s Renzo?” I asked.
“At his grave,” Cade answered.
All I knew was that the night before he planned to propose, Renzo had gone back to thier family home. He said his parents were gravely ill and there was urgent business. But he never came back after that.