Forbidden Passion

Phoebe's stomach was in severe discomfort., Sshe hadn't eaten for a day, and all that came out was acid, burning her throat and causing tears to uncontrollably stream down her face. She crouched next to the trash can, suddenly overwhelmed with sadness.

How did she let her life become like this?

Theodore was already in a terrible mood, and seeing her crouched there crying miserably, his handsome face turned even darker, with a fleeting darkness in the depths of his pupils.

He took a step forward, grabbing her wrist forcefully, and pulled her up from the ground with dominance, saying, "Why are you crying? Did you just ignore what I said and still feel wronged?" Phoebe was already feeling miserable, and she didn't expect him to be there mocking her as well.

"Theodore, I hate you, can't you just disappear out of from my sight..." Phoebe cried, her nose turning red. She was terrified of him, yet she couldn't help but scratch back.

A surge of anger filled Theodore's eyes, and the moment of softness he had when he saw her cry was replaced by all of his fury.

"Hate me? Then who do you like, Edward?" Theodore suddenly grew furious, forcefully dragging her to a secluded spot. His strength felt as if it could crush her wrist bones. "Fine, very well, today I will show you who your man truly is!" Phoebe had never seen this side of Theodore before., Iit was as if he wanted to devour her. As she watched him drag her into a secluded corner, she was horrified and chilled to the bone.

What was he going to do?

"What are you doing? Hel...help me!"

As soon as her voice escaped, Theodore covered her mouth. She was petite and weak, no match for Theodore at all. She didn't struggle much before being dragged into the corner by Theodore. With a rustling sound, her little black dress was violently torn apart by the man.

Theodore's normally pitch-black eyes turned a bloody red, his fierce gaze making his face particularly terrifying. In the darkness, he resembled a vengeful ghost in the depths of hell. "Phoebe, remember this, I am your man!"

He despised betrayal more than anything., Eeven if this woman wasn't the one he loved, but since he had used her, she was his, and he wouldn't allow her to have any interactions with her old lover. "Ah!"

With a burning pain in her stomach, Phoebe tightly bit her lip, afraid to make a sound, afraid to attract the guests in the banquet hall to come and watch.

Theodore ravaged the fragile seedling like a raging firestorm.

Phoebe curled up in the corner, wrapped in a smoke-gray suit.

Theodore, he always showed his consideration at the most inappropriate times, which ironically contrasted with his recent violent acts.

After a while, Phoebe slowly regained her strength and stood up, supporting her exhausted and sore body. Just as she walked out of the darkness, she saw Mrs. Ziegler approaching from the corridor. Her heart panicked, she hurriedly tried to retreat back into the corner to hide, but it was too late.

"Phoebe, I've been looking all over for you, why did you hide here?"When Mrs. Ziegler saw her, her eyes lit up and she swiftly walked over. As she got closer, Mrs. Ziegler noticed that she was wearing a suit. Her hair was disheveled, tears stained her face, her lips were swollen and cut, and her neck bore visible marks.

Being an experienced person, Mrs. Ziegler immediately understood what had just happened.

Instead of worrying, she was actually delighted. "Theodore really cares about you. He can't even hold himself back from attending a banquet. Phoebe, let me tell you, you better hold onto him tightly."

"Oh, Mom!" Phoebe was physically and mentally exhausted. Her mother's thinking process was always peculiar, so she didn't expect her to notice Theodore's violence towards her just now. At the very least, her mother shouldn't have madke dismissive comments there. "I'm a bit tired. I'm going back insidefirst."

Mrs. Ziegler noticed that Phoebe's dress was torn to shreds. Thankfully, the suit was long enough to barely cover her exquisite figure. "Why is your stomach so fragile?" Phoebe couldn't help rolling her eyes.

"It's been three years. If that child hadn't miscarried, they could have been toddling around by now." Mrs. Ziegler grew angrier the more she thought about it. She reached out and slapped Phoebe hard on the back. "It's all your fault. You can't even keep a child. What's the use of you?"

Phoebe's legs felt weak and she almost fell to the ground from her mother's slap. She steadied herself and tears immediately streamed down her face.

Unable to hold back her grievances any longer, she retortedsaid, "Child!, child! You keep going on about wanting a child every day. If you like children so much, go find a life for yourself!."

"What did you just say, you bastard?" Mrs. Ziegler became infuriated. "I urged you to have a child for whose sake? The Reynolds family was willing to marry you because you were carrying their eldest grandson. But what did you do? The six- month-old fetus vanished into thin air. Theodore didn't divorce you, which is already our Ziegler family's good fortune, probably due to our ancestors' accumulated virtues."

Phoebe's eyes turned red. It was one thing for other people to say these things, but her own mother? It wasn't like she wanted to climb onto Theodore's bed back then either.

aking a deep breath, she suppressed the sourness desperately welling up inside her. "Yes, I should be grateful. I should count my blessings, serve him well, and hold onto this golden thigh."

Finally noticing that something was off with Phoebe's emotions, Mrs. Ziegler observed her expression. "Phoebe, did you have a fight with Theodore?"

"What fight can we have?" Phoebe sneered in her mind. Having a fight with Theodore was like hitting an egg with a stone. He could easily crush her with violence alone.

In his words, if she didn't accept it, he would continue until she did.

Mrs. Ziegler let out a sigh of relief and steered the conversation back to children. "Look how cute Benjamin is. You should hurry up and have a child with Theodore. You two are so good-looking, so the child you have will definitely be exceptionally beautiful."

Phoebe didn't want to hear her talk about children anymore. She turned around and headed towards the entrance of the hotel.

"Eh, Pho,Excuse me, are you listening to me, PhoeEbe? If you want the Reynolds family to establish themselves, you must give them a grandchild..." Before Mrs. Ziegler could finish her sentence, she bumped into Phoebe's back. Phoebe was about to go crazy from all the pressure. Mrs. Reynolds was pressuring her to have a child, and so was her mother. But why didn't they ask Theodore if he actually wanted a child?

She abruptly turned around, her eyes burning red as she stared at Mrs. Ziegler. "Stop pressuring me. I can't have a child, not in this lifetime. Are you satisfied?"

Mrs. Ziegler was taken aback by her hysterical state. Just as she was about to say something, her gaze caught sight of a man standing behind Phoebe, a man she hadn't noticed before.

Her face changed slightly, and she quickly approached him. "Theodore, Phoebe is just talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart."

Theodore's face darkened, and he took steps towards Phoebe. With his nearly two-meter-tall stature, he exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"What did you just say? Say it again!"