Forbidden Passion

Chapter 179 Bullying You Is My Sick Pleasure

Phoebe's eyes were red. She knew it - her mother must have secretly informed Theodore. Her mother never failed to disappoint her. She struggled fiercely as the chains chafed her wrists and ankles, causing a sharp pain. She took a deep breath, suppressing the anger welling up in her heart, and asked coldly, "Theodore, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Can't you tell?" Theodore's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Since words don't work, I'll use actions."

Phoebe felt a sinking sensation in her heart. Theodore seemed off at this moment, likely agitated by her being with Edward last night. She bit her lip and sneered, "Theodore, does Vanessa know about your strange fetishes?" "She doesn't need to know," Theodore said coldly.

Phoebe laughed, a mocking laugh. "Yes, how could you let her know, she's the apple of your eye."

Theodore looked at her. Phoebe's laughter made him uncomfortable, but he didn't explain, he just said coldly, "As long as you know."

So, Phoebe shut up. Her heart felt as cold as snow, and she didn't want to say anything.

Theodore sat down by the bed. The sunlight illuminated his profile, making the bruise on his face more noticeable. He tugged at the chain, "Don't play dead."

Even though lying spread-eagle on the bed was humiliating, she had to accept reality because she didn't want to beg Theodore

"Phoebe, my patience is

her eyes and look at him, "Say whatever you

"Your mouth is quite soft to pinch, but why do your words

was pinched, so she could only glare at him

thinking it was fun to pinch her mouth and prevent her from

was so angry that she

of sick game is

sat up straight again, looking

soundly and innocently snuggling into his arms. He was still angry, so he took her directly to the villa in the west district and locked her up to scare her.

you is my sick

Phoebe remained silent.

to

them sat and lay there, not knowing how much