Page 16 of Cruel Revenge

Logan reaches for the bowls. “I know you were sleeping with him when we were together. I could see the way he looked at you every time you were around.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I wasn’t sleeping with him. You’re the cheater here, Logan. Not me. I loved you.”

“Then why were you dancing with him? If you loved me, you never would’ve betrayed me like that.”

The audacity makes me want to scream. He’s always been good at twisting and turning, playing with my emotions until I don’t know which way is up and which is down.

“Who I dance with is none of your business,” I say, venom spewing from my words.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He steps closer to me, his hands twitching at his sides. “You’re mine, and you’re always going to be mine whether you see it right now or not. I’m not going to tolerate this bullshit with you and my brother, Skyla.”

“You don’t get much of a choice, considering he’s my husband.”

I don’t know what compels me to say it, but the second the words are out there, I’m thrilled.

Logan stops his destruction of my home, looking like someone just kicked his puppy.

Good.

His face glows bright red as he spins and rips my espresso machine from the counter, nearly staggering under its weight before throwing it a grand total of maybe three feet.

“You’re a fucking bitch.” Logan’s voice vibrates with anger. “You’re going to pay for this, you stupid little slut. You think that you just get to turn around and marry my brother?”

“I don’t think you get much of a say in it.” I smirk as he storms for the front door. “I married Joshua, and you know he’s going to lose his shit when he hears about the way you were terrorizing me.”

Though I have no intention of telling Joshua about this, Logan doesn’t need to know that. Thinking that I have his brother’s ear is more than enough to send a wave of common sense rushing through him.

The front door slams behind Logan, leaving nothing but sweet silence in his wake.

I breathe a sigh of relief, removing the elastic from my wrist and using it to tie my hair back.

The entire first floor of my house is a mess, and I’m going to have to do some damage shopping online later to replace everything he broke.

One of these days, I’m going to give that bastard everything he deserves.

Telling him that I’m married to Joshua seems to be the most I’ve upset him in two years.

It’s refreshing to be the one unbothered by everything that happened between me and Logan. Even the anger is starting to fade.

And the more unimpressed he thinks I am—the more he sees I’m done with him—the more it’s going to bother him.

I’m finally going to get the revenge I’ve wanted.

As long as Aiden agrees to the plan.

Cigar smokefrom the men smoking over at the poker tables chokes the casino.

I slip past them, keeping my head down as I head to the swinging door at the back.

The man just inside the door nods to me as I pass him, heading for the staircase at the end of the hall.

I take the stairs two at a time, punching in the code to the door at the top. It swings open, revealing a wide office space with nearly a dozen different offices.

Aiden’s is at the back, warm and bright, sunlight shining through the massive window. He looks up from the paperwork spread across his desk, his eyes narrowing when I shut the door behind me.

“What’s going on?” He leans back in his wingback chair, crossing one leg over the other.

I pace over to the window, looking out at the parking lot where people hop out of taxis, ready for an early morning gambling session. “Logan just trashed my house.”

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