Forbidden Passion

Chapter 586 Phoebe Was Kidnapped

As the sun dipped and the neon lights flickered on, Phoebe had been parked in that coffee shop for what felt like forever, her coffee long gone cold. Vanessa strutted in, fashionably late as always.

A shadow loomed, and Phoebe didn't even need to glance up. That overpowering floral perfume screamed Vanessa.

She stiffly set her paper cup down and slowly lifted her gaze to meet Vanessa's.

Vanessa was decked out in a down jacket plastered with Chanel logos, her makeup on point, making Phoebe look like she'd been through the wringer. Vanessa leaned back, eyes drifting to the passersby outside, then back to Phoebe.

"Phoebe, you have no idea how much I hated you when I heard Theodore married you four years ago," Vanessa said, cool as a cucumber.

Phoebe dropped her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips, "Did you kill Donovan?"

"Hold your horses," Vanessa said smoothly, "Hear me out. We might never get another chance to chat like this."

Phoebe's fists clenched. She wanted to bolt, but she also needed the truth.

Vanessa eyed Phoebe's puffy eyes. She'd been crying, and that made Vanessa feel pretty damn good.

"I've known Theodore forever. We were high school sweethearts. He was my first love. I loved him more than anyone, but he married you? Why? You're just a maid's daughter. What right do you have to marry him, to take the spot I've been dreaming of all these years?"

Vanessa went on, "Remember that day on the second-floor terrace of the Reynolds Mansion? I really wished you'd fallen to your death. Then you wouldn't have been in the way of me and Theodore getting back together."

Phoebe's knuckles cracked as she clenched her fists. She stared at Vanessa's twisted, ferocious face, thinking how ugly she looked.

makeup, with a heart that ugly,

couldn't hurt me, so you killed Donovan, right?" Phoebe

head, like she was laughing at Phoebe's naivety, "You say

for you, I would have smoothly returned to his side. It's all because of you. What right do you have?" Vanessa's face looked fragile and crazed in the shifting light. Phoebe stared

take anything from you. It was you who rejected him first, abandoned him later. How can you blame others for your mistakes? Vanessa, the person you miss won't wait for you

gotten pregnant with his child, would he have married you? Phoebe, what

her nose, tired of continuing this conversation with Vanessa, "Are you finished? Can we get to

looking at Phoebe with a smile, her eyes clearly filled with

not about Donovan. It's about

beat, her eyes locked on

an affair with Edward, but she ended up dealing with the kid in your belly too. Heard you haven't been able to get pregnant again these past three years and have been popping pills lately. Could it be you can't

pounded like a drum, her ears buzzing. She stared at Vanessa

Ruby is not on your side.. She set you up when you had no

shot back, "Why are you telling me this? Isn't Ruby your bestie?" She glared at Vanessa, not buying her

seeing your shocked face is priceless." Vanessa laughed as she got up, leaning on

Vanessa's figure fade away.

by someone like Vanessa left Phoebe in a daze,

the coffee shop for what felt like forever until a waiter came over to remind her they

midnight street was bone-chillingly cold, with barely anyone around. Phoebe, dressed lightly,

wandered the empty street, her mind a whirlwind, feeling

by the curb, and two men in

gut screamed danger, and

guys were after