Forbidden Passion

Chapter 555 Donovan Fell Overboard and Is missing

The kiss was so hot it practically sizzled all the way home. The second Phoebe stepped inside, Theodore scooped her up like a hero in a rom-com and carried her straight to the bedroom. Ollie, their nosy cat, tried to sneak in but almost got his head squished by the door.

Phoebe was so buzzed from Theodore's kisses that when he tossed her onto the bed, her brain just went poof. Theodore was right behind her, not wasting a second.

Outside the bedroom, Phoebe's bag hit the floor, and her phone slid next to the coffee table.

Ollie, strutting back to the living room, noticed the phone screen light up. At first, it was like, "Whoa, what's that?" but then curiosity got the better of him.

After a bit of sniffing and pawing, Ollie somehow managed to hit a button, and bam, the call connected.

Donovan's freaked-out voice came through, "Phoebe, someone's out to get me. If I don't make it, you gotta avenge me."

A sudden, blood-curdling scream from the phone sent Ollie running for cover, eyeing the phone like it was a ticking time bomb.

Then there was a loud crash, and everything went dead silent. The screen went dark, but the recording light stayed on.

Scared out of his fur, Ollie bolted back to his cat house and curled up, refusing to budge.

In the master bedroom, Theodore held a sleeping Phoebe close, kissing her sweaty hair. Just as he was about to carry her to the bathroom for a cleanup, his phone started buzzing like crazy.

He didn't want to answer, but the thing wouldn't quit. With a sigh, he let go of Phoebe, grabbed his pants, fished out his phone, and threw on a robe before stepping out.

In the hallway, he lit a cigarette and answered the call.

something's up with

Theodore's lips. He gripped the phone tight, his

went off a cliff into the sea. The cops are searching, but it doesn't look good," the voice on the other end said. Theodore staggered back until he hit the wall. Panic in his voice,

bedroom. He stood there, looking at

deadline he and Donovan had set, but now Donovan was gone.

time to waste, Theodore headed to the walk-in closet, changed clothes in record time, and bolted

night made the roads a nightmare. When Theodore got to the scene, police cars were everywhere, their lights flashing like a bad dream. Theodore got out, and Lawton rushed over with an umbrella to shield

stone cold. "What's the

found Donovan's car. It's

raging beast, and the

especially since the car blew up before it hit the water.

what's the game plan now?" Lawton asked, eyeing Theodore's grim face. Donovan had been knee-deep in a project for the Reynolds Group, a high-stakes gig that had

staring out at the dark, churning sea. The thought of Donovan being gone was too much to

had come up empty. They called off the search. The sea was

the night, wrapped up their evidence collection and got ready

lead officer, walked over to Theodore. "Mr. Reynolds, we've

red from the sea wind. He grabbed Craig by the collar, his voice icy, "What condolences are you talking

over to pull Theodore away, but Craig waved them off. "The coast guard only found the car wreckage. In this weather, the chances of survival are almost zero." "So you're saying he's dead?"

sighed, "I'm very

shoved Craig away, trying to keep it together, but his mind was a mess. Donovan was gone, and it was all

thorough investigation. Whether it was an accident or foul play, we'll let you know once we have

snow finally easing up as the sun began to rise, casting a faint light