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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
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 39: Whatever it takes
Ivy’s POV The gin is crisp, icy, and exactly the kind of burn I need right now.Jude thinks he can toss me out of his life like I’m yesterday’s scandal?Cute. If he honestly believes that’s the end of me, he’s in for a very rude awakening.The leather of the lounge chair creaks under me as I lean back, glass in hand, legs crossed,watching the amber firelight lick at the shadows. This house might belong to someone else, but tonight it feels like my stage."Too early to be drinking, don’t you think?"That voice, cold, precise, the kind that could slice a throat without spilling a drop.I turn my head. Elenore glides into the lounge, platinum hair falling like silk, her figure still enviably sharp even at fifty. Not a wrinkle dares touch her. She doesn’t sit, she arrives.I swirl my gin, unbothered. "It’s evening somewhere," I say, tipping the glass to my lips.A corner of her mouth twitches. Not a smile. Something smaller, sharper. "Oh? What’s wrong, Ivy? Did your plan to get Jud
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 38: Even if I beg
Jude's POV“So you still haven’t found anything?” My voice is flat, tired.“No, sir.” Martin’s voice crackles through the speaker. “I can’t even find the street Ivy claimsshe was attacked on.”I pinch the bridge of my nose.“I don’t know, sir… this feels like a setup.”Martin’s words hang there like smoke in a stale room.“Okay.” I hang up before he can start speculating further.The silence in my suite feels heavier than usual. I walk to the window, fingers drumming against the sill. Across the driveway, Marion steps out of the black town car, her posture immaculate, her headhigh, like she’s walking into a gala, not her own home.She disappears through the front door. Not once looking up. Not that she ever does.One week.That’s how long it’s been since we last spoke. Since she’s acknowledged my existence at all.My texts? Left undelivered.My calls? Never even ringing.When we pass each other, in the office or at Creed Manor, she walks straight past, her eyes fixedon some in
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 37: Inconveniences of heartbreak
Marion's POVIt’s been twelve hours.Twelve hours since the world watched me unravel on live television.Twelve hours since I walked past the dining room, I saw them all gathered around the table for breakfast.Silver spoons clinking, murmurs floating like a happy little family.Their rich people ignorance.As if Jude's thinly covered wasn’t plastered all over the TV last night.As if the woman who sat in the middle of everyone did not just destroy my life. So I kept walking, not bothering to hide the storm brewing under my skin.Jude has shown me who he is.Unfortunately, I can’t leave him. Not yet.I still need Creed Industries. I still need the shield his name gives me from my own demon.My palms slam down on the desk with a sharp crack. My vision blurs, heat, rage, exhaustion. I drag a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots.“Not now,” I whisper to no one.A soft knock interrupts the silence.Anna’s head appears through the door. “Are you okay, Mrs. Creed?”I nod, the small
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 36: To gain and to lose
Richard's POVThe clock ticks too loudly.Every second, needles under my skin.I pace the length of my study, the cigar between my fingers burning low. The smoke curls up into the lamplight, slow and lazy, mocking me. My pulse isn’t slow.Where’s the fallout? Where are the screaming headlines? Where’s the call telling me Marion’s little glass castle just cracked in half?I drag on the cigar, the bitter heat scratching down my throat.“What’s taking so damn long?” I mutter, the words slipping out like an impatient growl.Behind me, the door clicks open. Emma’s heels cut across the wood floor. “What’s going on with you lately?” she says, and it’s not curiosity, it’s accusation.I keep pacing. “Not now, Emma.”“It’s never now anymore.” Her voice spikes, sharp as broken glass. “You’ve been ignoring mefor weeks. Ignoring Emily. Or did you forget you have a daughter now?”I stop mid-step, turn on her. “I’m working on getting us out of a mess. And in case you haven’t noticed, your fa
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