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Chapter 27: 5000 Dollar Date
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The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 35: Consequence
Jude's POVI don’t notice the silence until it swallows the room whole.I don’t feel Ivy tugging on my hand. I don’t hear Eleanor shouting anymore.All I see is Marion.The moment I lose her plays out in slow motion, like a dream that turns into a nightmare halfway through and leaves you choking on air.There, on the TV, I’m sprawled naked under crimson sheets in Ivy’s bed. The texts flash across the screen, each one more damning than the last.And Marion… she just sets the remote down. Calm. Too calm. Like the room’s not closing in, like the floor hasn’t cracked beneath her feet.She grabs her bag. No screaming. No theatrics. Just the steady click of her heels as she walks away.“Marion!” I call after her, throat dry, but she doesn’t turn.I know that stride. It's not a retreat. It’s surrender. Final. Absolute. I try to follow her, heart hammering in my chest.But Ivy yanks at my arm. “Jude, wait…”I spin on her. She’s standing now, trying to pull me into a hug.“Don’t.” I shove
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 34: The second ring and heartbreak
Marion's POVWhat the hell is he doing?I stare at Jude, blinking against the night breeze and the floodlight pooling around us like we’restanding in the center of some twisted fairy tale. He’s still on his knee, one hand holding a ring, the other outstretched, trembling slightly as if even he can’t believe what he’s doing.My brain’s scrambling. Trying to catch up.But none of the questions swirling in my head—Why is he doing this? What if I say yes? What if I break him?—matter half as much as the words he just said.“Jude…” I whisper. My voice is too thin, too real. “Why are you doing this?”He looks up at me with those damn eyes. And it haunts me. He makes me ache.“I told you,” he says softly, taking my hand in both of his, “things will change.”And just like that, my heart skips.“Marion…” His voice cracks, just enough to make my stomach twist. “I want us to try. To makethis marriage real. No more contracts. No more deals. Just you and me.”I feel the tears begin to build,
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 33: New Deal
Jude's POVI’m afraid to open my eyes.Afraid last night didn’t happen. That it was just some dream I conjured out of my pining and desire, stitched together from want and desperation.But the silk beneath my fingers is too soft. They carry a memory too real.Still, I keep my eyes shut, barely breathing as I reach out slowly across the bed. My hand drags through the cool bed, searching, praying. Because she’s not in it.Empty.Fuck.She left.Did she regret it?I force my eyes open, the light cutting sharply through the blur. I blink a few times, trying to get the room in focus, and then I see her.She’s standing by the window.Hair unbound, blowing gently in the morning breeze like dark ribbons dancing across her bareshoulders. It’s darker than night and somehow still gleaming in the sunlight. Her skin is golden, kissed warm by the glow, and the rose-colored silk slip gown clings to herframe in ways that should be illegal before breakfast.She’s barefoot. Unpainted. No armo
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 32: EXs Agenda
Ivy’s POVThe afternoon light slices through the high-rise curtains in pale gold blades, making the hotel room look softer than it deserves. It smells like sin and bad intentions, sweat, sex, and something sweet rotting underneath. I stand at the window, my reflection fractured in the glass. My hair's a mess, lips swollen, makeup a ghost of itself. The bedsheets cling to my skin like they know the crime we just committed.A cigarette balances between my fingers. The smoke curls up lazily, mocking me.“You should see this,” a voice says—husky, amused, lazy.I turn.Richard is stretched out across the bed, bare except for a thin sheet and his damn phone. He’s sprawled like he owns the world and doesn’t give a damn what it costs to keep it.God.What was supposed to be one discreet meeting has turned into a full-blown affair. Of course it has. He’s exactly the kind of disaster I like: powerful, mean, and dangerous enough to make it fun.I press the cigarette into the ashtray until
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 31: 1st Night
Marion’s POVI can’t sleep.The sheets are too soft. The silence is too loud. My thoughts are as sharp as glass.I turn again, throwing my arm across the empty bed. I am owed something, I think.Five fucking months.That’s it?That’s all I get?Survive a capsized boat.Survive being orphaned at eight.Surviving being alone for most of my life.Survive getting bludgeoned and stabbed by your husband and his mistress—only to be told youhave five months left. The mockery.I don’t even get to turn thirty.I let out a breath that sounds more like a laugh, one of those ugly ones, full of bitterness andgrit.The ceiling spins slightly when I look up at it. That hazy, unbalanced feeling of having just enough liquor in your system to ruin the room but not enough to knock you out. My head’s heavy—my body’s light. My heart’s… somewhere else.The silk sheets graze my bare skin like guilt. Soft. Cold. Too familiar.Outside, I hear muffled voices. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but I
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 30: The Idiot Who Might Be in Love
Jude's POV We sit outside the manor; the air is unnaturally still.Just me, Jace, and Jacob.No one says a damn word. Glasses clink softly as we sip whatever’s strong enough to pretend like it helps.I exhale.Viv can’t have kids.Jace’s voice echoes in my head like it was a headline in a tragedy I didn't sign up for. He had said it quietly, carefully, like the words might break if dropped too fast. And still, it shattered something.Jacob breaks the silence. “What about you?”I glance up.He’s not asking about kids.He’s asking about her.“Why was your wife drinking?” He adds, tilting his glass like the question is casual. It’s not.“I don’t know,” I admit.I don’t. Not really.“She’s pulled away again and I—I don’t know what to do.”Jacob chuckles, low and dry. The kind of laugh you don’t want aimed at you.“I know you know, Grandpa,” I snap.“Know what?” Jace leans forward, forehead wrinkled.“That your brother married Miss Storm as a business deal,” Jacob snaps before I can ev
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