Forbidden Passion

Vanessa had been standing behind and to the side of Theodore. From her angle, she caught the half-smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at Phoebe, his eyes free of any displeasure, even seeming somewhat smitten. Her heart seemed to drop straight down into an abyss. The festive atmosphere in the room made her […]

At dinner, Lady Reynolds positioned Vanessa and Phoebe to her sides, with Theodore sitting next to Phoebe. The arrangement was rather interesting. Whether intentional or not, Lady Reynolds placed Theodore and Vanessa far apart, resulting in no opportunity for interaction throughout the meal. After dinner, everyone moved to the card room. Despite her pious nature,

[He peeled an apple for me and even cut it into bite-sized pieces. Such tender care. A picture of a neatly arranged fruit plate.] [Why is he so good to me? He even draped his jacket over my shoulders. Teehee! An image of a tailored Hermès blazer.] With each new post, Phoebe’s heart sank deeper.

Seeing Vanessa in the passenger seat no longer surprised Phoebe as she slid into the backseat. The car merged smoothly into traffic. Theodore, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the window ledge, glanced in the rearview mirror, “How’s the kid working under you?” “She’s got potential,” Phoebe muttered, her eyes glued

Theodore’s anger was stifled, his expression awkward. “Yeah, I tried it, but what on earth was that? The taste was bizarre.” He was looking for a fight. Phoebe replied, “I tried a new recipe. If you didn’t like it, I’ll stick to the usual one next time.” “It was fine,” Theodore mumbled, his hand absentmindedly

Phoebe lay there for a while, feeling the heat of someone behind her baking her in the midsummer night, sweat beading on her skin. She shifted the arm away, but within a second, it was back, draping over her and the weight of the body now pressing down on her. “I need to use the

She glanced into the hospital room. The bed was a mess, evidence of a recent intense struggle. Young people just don’t know moderation. If only Phoebe could get pregnant with a grandchild for the Reynolds family. * Down at the hospital’s entrance, Theodore caught up to Phoebe and pulled her into his car, speeding towards

Theodore caught the flying pillow with an easy stretch of his arm. Surprised, he looked at her; Phoebe, in her anger, somehow seemed more enticing. Her eyes sparkled with life. “If you don’t want to get up, we can go another round,” he suggested. “You beast!” Phoebe was genuinely terrified. She scrambled out of bed,

My goodness, her daughter had hit her son-in-law. Was this something a mother-in-law was meant to witness? Theodore glared at Phoebe. If looks could kill, she would be riddled with holes right now. She was almost scared into a stupor. She had slapped Theodore! “You dare to hit me?” His handsome face darkened with stormy

Phoebe’s body jolted as she turned to look towards the doorway. There stood Theodore, his features sharp and handsome, but his expression was exceptionally dark, his piercing gaze sinking her heart. She quickly pushed Edward away, looking at him helplessly. A flicker of hurt passed through Edward’s eyes. Seeing Theodore step into the room, he