Forbidden Passion

Chapter 216 My Heart Isn't Made of Stone

The transition from heaven to hell, it appeared, could occur in the mere blink of an eye. His heart had taken flight upon the confession of her affection, only to be plunged into the chasm of despair by her cold words mere moments later. Phoebe found herself abruptly pinned against the wall, a sharp pain searing through her. She bit back a cry, refusing to give him the satisfaction of her pain. Theodore's muscular arm was a firmly barricaded across her chest, his other hand seizing her chin in a grip that was both rough and menacing. "Speak!" he demanded.

A sharp pain radiated from her chin, and Phoebe had no doubt that any further silence would result in physical harm. She met his gaze with a cold stare of her own. "What do you want me to say?"

Theodore was a raging tempest of anger and resentment. "Phoebe, does being kept away from Edward cause you more pain than a dagger to the heart?"

Phoebe knew he had misunderstood her intentions, but she didn't bother to correct him. For three years, he had been distrustful of every word she uttered. His apprehension was unwavering, yet he took her sarcastic comments to heart. She averted her gaze, unable to bear his scrutiny any longer.

"Think whatever you want."

hurt her, yet a part of him yearned for her. It was a tormenting

heart and see if it's made of stone." With those words, he pushed her

again, the pain causing her to arch her waist slightly. She lifted her gaze just enough to watch him stride away. Closing her eyes, she drew a shallow breath, the ache deep and

could break, it could

of the street. Phoebe followed Vanessa's gaze, and although it was a distance away, her keen eyesight revealed Brandon across the street-not with Mrs. Reynolds, judging by the slender figure in a bright pink

across the street. A sense of trepidation struck Phoebe had Vanessa caught on to

the street, discreetly stalking Brandon and the mystery woman closely