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The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 45 – splinter
Jude’s POV“—to be continued,” Marion tells Jacob, then turns like she’s about to leave.“Marion—” I blurt, quickly setting Ivy down on the sofa.She shrieks, “Jude!” like I’ve abandoned her to the wolves, but I don’t turn.I can’t, not when Marion is walking away, not when she might think there’s anything betweenme and Ivy.I run after her.“Hey,” I call out.She stops. Slowly, she lifts her face, her eyes finding mine.Oh God.I drown.Just one look and I’m gone, my breath caught, like maybe if I hold it long enough, I can trap thismoment, keep her gaze on me forever.“Don’t let me interrupt you two,” she says with that half-smile.At me first, then at Ivy. Her tone slices, light but sharp enough to cut.“It seems you two had a wild night.”I can’t tell if she’s angry, amused, or if she doesn’t care at all. And somehow that’s worse.“It’s not what you think,” I start, stepping forward, desperate.“I don’t care, Jude. Goodnight.” She mutters it like a dismissal, then turns away.I
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 43 Misunderstanding
Jude’s POV The mirrors catch me from every angle, fractured versions of myself in casual clothes I neverwear on a weekday.I barely recognize the man slouched on the leather couch, collar open, sleeves rolled, nursing abottle like it’s a lifeline.I pour another glass of wine and let it slip its way down.“You’re officially one of us now,” Ash says, leaning back with a grin too smug for his own face.“Rich, spoiled brat. Day-drinking after a public scandal. Cheers, brother.”“Don’t even joke about that,” I mutter, swirling the wine before draining it.He laughs, but the sound dies quickly. His eyes sharpen. “Do you even know who started therumors?”“No.” The word hangs heavy. Then quieter, shame thick in my throat: “But I’m thinking it’sIvy.”Ash blinks, then scoffs. “Come on. She’d never.”“She would.” My jaw tightens. “Before the photos hit the press, she threatened me with them.”His laugh falters into silence. “And…?”“And nothing.” My voice cracks sharp. “She’s not who you t
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 42 No
MarionI pace the length of my office, bare feet silent against the carpet. My head buzzes like a hornet trapped in a jar, and the pressure behind my eyes builds until I halfexpect them to burst. The nosebleeds are worse, twice a day now, sometimes more. I’ve learned to keep tissues in every drawer, every pocket.But I have to admit I am a little excited. Watching Ivy's plans come crushing down has probably been the best part of my week, but still…I don’t have the time or the energy for new responsibilities. Not when I’m this close to dismantling Richard’s carefully built illusion. Not when Emma is already teetering at the edge of doubt, ready to fall into my hands. Not when Reid’s safety depends on every calculated move I make.A knock, soft, polite, cuts through my thoughts.The door cracks open, and Jacob’s silver head pokes through. “Congratulations, Marion,” he says before stepping inside, his voice equal parts wry and amused.I sigh, whispering a thank you that sounds
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 42: Win
Marion's POVIvy’s words from yesterday still echo in my skull, ridiculous enough to almost be funny.She doesn’t care about anyone, not even Jude. She must have done this.Ah, such a fool. If only she knew what I know, she’d choke on her accusations. I can unravel her right here, thread by thread, but no. Not yet. I need more. I need to know what she and Richard are planning, what game they’re playing withReid’s life.The glass conference room buzzes with restless whispers. Board members in dark suits, the entire Creed family stiff in their seats—even Ivy, perched like she’s auditioning for a Vogue spread. My headache hums behind my eyes, a dull, drumbeat-like sensation. I breathe in. Out. In. Out. My fingers twitch restlessly against each other, the tiniest betrayal of how close I am to breaking.A chair scrapes beside me. My body flinches before I can help it. Then, warmth. A hand, firm and steady, sliding over mine, pressing.“I know you didn’t do this,” Jude whispers.
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 41: Another Loss
Jude’s POVI take another burning gulp, the whiskey carving fire down my throat, before slamming the glassonto the counter a little too hard. The sound rings like an accusation.“Jesus, Jude.”I turn, slow, annoyed, and find Martin standing there, his expression halfway between worried and exasperated. “Don’t you think you’re spiraling?” he asks.“I don’t need your judgment, Martin,” I sneer, voice rough, sharp edges softened only by the alcohol. “I need answers.”He raises a brow, shrugs out of his coat with that maddening calm of his, and slides into the chair opposite me, like he’s settling into a game of chess. He unbuttons the coat one button at a time, deliberate, unhurried, while I’m sitting here vibrating with fury.“On what?” he asks, casual. “Marion’s mystery… or Ivy’s plans?”I lean back, swirling the amber liquid in my glass, studying the way it catches the dim light.“Both.”Martin lets out a dry chuckle. “Let’s start with Ivy, then. I can’t find anything. Nothing.
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 40: The Devil? Maybe.
Marion’s POV The room is low-lit, all shadows and whispers, the hum of the Penthouse Lounge seeping faintlythrough thick velvet curtains. My beer mug is full of apple juice, the kind of ridiculous disguise that makes me smirk into the rim."I need to find a new place to hang out," I mutter under my breath, tracing a bead of condensation down the glass. This booth is a secret, VIP access, floor-to-ceiling drapes, and a perfect view of the room without anyone seeing me.I glance at my watch. My mind drifts, uninvited, back to the night Brian sent that text. The file, the photos, the little crumbs that could ruin an empire. It’s almost funny, the way Richard keeps handing me bullets, loading the gun for me himself. I don’t even have to go looking for them.The curtain parts.A flicker of light. Then her silhouette."Well, well…" Emma’s voice is sugary with razor edges. "This has to be a joke."She steps in like she owns the place. Pink Chanel skirt suit. Hair bleached to that e
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