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."

part of him yearned for her. It was a tormenting contradiction that tore at

out your heart and see if it's made of stone." With those

arch her waist slightly. She lifted her gaze just enough

seemed to migrate, a dull throbbing now palpable in her heart. She longed to tell him that her heart wasn't made of stone, that it could break, it could hurt. Couldn't he be less cruel to her? But she couldn't voice it.

reason, Phoebe instinctively hid behind the wall, only to see Vanessa donning a mask and baseball cap, sneaking across to the other side of the street. Phoebe followed Vanessa's gaze,

across the street. A sense of trepidation struck Phoebe had Vanessa caught on to Brandon's affair? Or had

With the risk of being discovered gone, Vanessa darted across the street, discreetly stalking Brandon and the mystery woman closely behind them. Phoebe similarly took off after them to maintain her distance. However, she didn't cross the street, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She stayed on their side, trailing