Forbidden Passion

Phoebe looked up at Theodore, still as intimidating and distant as ever, just like when they first met. The guy who once seemed out of reach was now right in front of her, saying in a cool tone, “Beg me.” Phoebe’s eyes traced Theodore’s sharp brow, narrow eyes, and straight nose like she was painting […]

With all the drama from Marlowe and Bishop’s fight, nobody was in the mood to celebrate Grace coming back to the Reynolds family. Taylor was busy patching up Christopher, and Sarah had called Brandon into the room. Grace was just sitting there in the empty living room, lost in thought on the couch, staring at

The sobbing in his arms finally started to chill out. Theodore gently lifted Phoebe’s face, noticing her eyes all puffy from crying. He leaned in and kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes. At the garden entrance, someone was sneaking a peek, probably drawn by the noise. A shadow flickered, and Theodore

Phoebe sometimes thought Ruby was sharp as a tack, and other times, she thought she was a total airhead. If Vanessa wanted Donovan dead, why would she let Ruby handle it? “If Vanessa wanted to off Donovan, who’d she get to do it?” Phoebe asked. “I dunno,” Ruby said, then suddenly added like she just

Phoebe shot up from her seat. Even though she had suspected all along that Donovan had been set up, she had only suspected Darlene, who was missing. She never saw it coming that Ruby and Vanessa were scheming behind the scenes, trapping Donovan deep. “Why’d she do it?” Phoebe’s voice shook. Bishop shrugged. “Beats me.

Vanessa got shoved by Ruby, slamming her back against the window frame, and her cane clattered to the floor. Grabbing Ruby’s wrist tight, Vanessa yelled, “Ruby, you’ve lost it!” “Yeah, I’m nuts. If I wasn’t, how could I have trusted you? You swore you wouldn’t hurt Donovan. You promised!” Ruby snarled, her voice dripping with

Phoebe yanked her hand back, wincing, and shot Evelyn a dirty look. “Why’d you hit me?” Evelyn gave her a stern glare, then turned to Theodore with a forced smile, “Stop hogging the food, get some for Theodore, too.” “He’s got hands, doesn’t he?” Phoebe snapped back. Evelyn just stared, speechless. Under the table, Evelyn

Patrick swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the ice cubes catching the light just right. He glanced at Theodore, “Why’s she digging into you?” “Donovan’s dead,” Theodore said, like it was no big deal. Patrick’s jaw dropped, “What? How’d that happen? He was the Zieglers’ only son.” Theodore paused, then laid out the whole

Milton’s eyes stuck on Phoebe, giving a nod to her sharp mind and quick moves. “I ain’t sure who’s gunning for Mr. Ziegler, but it’s clear as day that in this game between Theodore and Bishop, Mr. Ziegler’s already been played as a pawn.” The term “pawn” hit Phoebe hard, stirring up a mix of

Phoebe ditched work. She had too many questions buzzing in her head, and until she got some answers, there was no way she’d get any sleep. She left the Golden Apartment and grabbed a cab to Venture Capital Firm. This place was smack dab in the middle of Kedora’s famous financial street, with a skyscraper