Forbidden Passion

Chapter137Twisted Gala: A Tangle of Jealousy and Deception

Phoebe's reflexes were lightning-fast. As Vanessa lunged to jab the jagged bottle at her face, Phoebe had already seized her wrist. "Vanessa, have you lost your mind?" Phoebe shouted, drenched in a cold sweat from the close call.

"Yes, I've gone mad!" Vanessa hissed, her eyes seething with hatred. "The thought of you carrying his child drives me to insanity."

Gritting her teeth, Phoebe fought for control of the bottle, desperate to disarm Vanessa and snap her out of this frenzy with a sharp slap if needed. "Remember where we are. Even in madness, there are limits." Phoebe was furious, feeling the weight of Vanessa's loathing. It was a shock to be attacked now, of all times.

Both women clutched the bottle neck, pushing and pulling with all their might. Phoebe, gripping the bottle body, was oblivious to the urgent footsteps outside the door.

In the heat of the struggle, Vanessa's grip suddenly slackened; and Phoebe seized the moment, yanked hard. The bottle plunged into Vanessa's palm. "Ouch, it hurts!"

filled the room as Vanessa's hand

"Vanessa!"

and cradled Vanessa, his normally composed face now etched with

vanity. Ignoring the pain, she

Theodore," Vanessa murmured weakly in his arms. "It wasn't

Theodore took Vanessa up. "I'm taking you to the

calling

if there's any trouble at tonight's gala, you'll

Theodore strode

wasn't her face she wanted to scar, it was a trap, but Phoebe had walked right