Forbidden Passion

Chapter 501 A Calculated Move

After dinner, Phoebe helped Evelyn clear the dishes to the kitchen. Outta the corner of her eye, she saw Theodore and Donovan chillin' on the couch. Worried Donovan might start something with Theodore, she kept her ears on high alert. Evelyn noticed Phoebe was spaced out and took the bowl from her hands. "Look at you, daydreaming. Get outta here; don't need you messing up my flow."

"I'm not, Mom." Phoebe's cheeks turned a bit blushed.

"Go have some fun; I'll handle the cleanup." Evelyn nudged Phoebe outta the kitchen and shut the door behind her. Phoebe stood there for a sec, then headed towards the living room.

On the couch, the TV's light flickered, casting shadows on Donovan and Theodore's faces. Donovan grabbed a pack of smokes and offered one. "Want a cig?"

Theodore waved him off. "Phoebe hates the smell of smoke."

Donovan let out a cold laugh and lit up. He was seriously ticked off with Theodore. Even though they were on the same level now, Theodore always had this superior vibe that made Donovan feel like crap. But Donovan never felt that way around Edward.

Donovan spoke up, "Phoebe doesn't like you either, but I don't see you vanishing from her sight."

Theodore's lips tightened. Donovan had beef with him; he knew it the moment he walked into the apartment tonight.

"You got a grudge against me."

Donovan blew out a puff of smoke and stared at Theodore blankly. "Theodore, don't act all innocent with me. If you hadn't butted in back then, it wouldn't be you sitting here."

"So you're still hung up on Edward." Theodore's smile faded, and his gaze turned icy.

with Edward. He was better than you in every way and would've been the best husband for Phoebe. Most importantly, the Vanderbilt family and our family don't have..." "Donovan!" Phoebe burst out just in time to catch Donovan's words. She

jumped, almost dropping his cig. "What are

over, grabbed Donovan's wrist, and yanked him up from the couch. "Come with me to the room; we

into Theodore's eyes, scared he'd see right through her. She dragged Donovan

The door slammed shut.

had a floor-to-ceiling window, and outside, snowflakes were falling, covering everything

the hell are you trying to do? Just 'cause of some old newspaper and a few photos,

do you not believe the evidence I brought back, or do you just not wanna accept there's beef between you and Theodore?" Phoebe's red lips pressed tightly together. "Dad's been dead for over twenty years, and now you're telling me he was murdered. How am I

in love with Theodore, right?" Donovan poked her

Dad was killed by Brandon, then show me the proof. If you got evidence, I'll believe you.

that, Phoebe shoved Donovan away and swung the

she froze in

face shadowed in the dim light, making it impossible to read his expression or know how long he'd been

lining was that Donovan's room had decent soundproofing, so

Phoebe's heart skipped

to come out and eat." Theodore's face was as unreadable as ever. His gaze slid past Phoebe and landed on Donovan, who was lurking by the half-open door. Donovan let out a cold

Theodore and said, "Let's go out. Forget

Eve, when Donovan threw that document in front of her, Phoebe was

found a lot of holes in that old newspaper, like the

was super strict. If they were reporting an accident, they wouldn't publish

twenty years, they'd almost forgotten the truth about Harper's accident. Why would Donovan