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!"

terrible scream filled the room as Vanessa's hand was pierced,

"Vanessa!"

aside and cradled Vanessa, his normally composed face now etched

the vanity. Ignoring the pain, she looked at Theodore, "Theodore,

her, Theodore," Vanessa murmured weakly

up. "I'm taking

calling

his voice was cold and distant. "Phoebe, if there's any trouble at tonight's gala, you'll be responsible for

his arms, Theodore strode out of the

scar, it was a trap, but Phoebe had walked right into it, allowing Theodore to witness her supposed