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Chapter 63: Trust the stranger
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The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 68: Jude, you will be a daddy.
Jude’s POVI’m standing between them like some fool referee in a match I never signed up for.Marion on one side, Ivy on the other, fire and ice glaring at each other across the hall.Marion hasn’t even had time to catch her breath since we got back, and here Ivy is, materializing out of nowhere, shrieking like she’s been waiting in the shadows for this exact moment.“I asked you a question, Jude!” Ivy’s voice cracks through the air again, sharp enough to make the windows rattle. “How long? Huh? How long will you keep putting this family in danger?”Her words feel like knives thrown without aim, wild, erratic.I look at her, fuck! Nothing she says not even her accent push my buttons anymore.I wonder when she became this vile, this bitter, this... unrecognizable. Or maybe she was always like this, and I was too blinded by my so-called love to see her rot from the inside out.“Ivy…” I start, my voice low, controlled, but she cuts me off.“I told you, Jude! This family’s reputation is o
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 67: Pinky Swear
Marion’s POVThe car is heavy with silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the taut, suffocating silence that presses against my chest. Martin drives like stone, hands firm on the wheel, gaze fixed on the road. He has never been a man of many words, and I’ve grown used to that kind of silence. But Jude? His quiet is something else entirely, unnerving, sharp, cutting through the air with more weight than shouting ever could.His eyes have been on me since the second he dragged me into the car and slammed the door shut. Not blinking and not wavering and just staring as though I’ve grown a second head.I whip my head toward him, irritation prickling up my spine. “What, are you just going to keep staring? Say what you have to say, Jude. Stop making things so awkward for me.”His jaw tightens, finally breaking. “I’m trying to figure out if you’ve lost your damn mind or if this is just a side effect of your brain injury.” His voice cuts through the stillness like a blade. “How could you do t
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 65: Standoff
Marion’s POVThe door explodes open. And there he is.Jude.Heroic and furious, framed in the light of the hallway like some avenging angel, Martin and Burner flanking him like wings of steel, both their guns aimed squarely at Everest. Jude doesn’t hesitate—he locks onto me, voice cracking like thunder.“So what did you do?” he yells, charging forward.For one brief, blinding second, my chest feels like it might burst. Relief crashes through me, messy and overwhelming. He came.But Everest’s men move fast, guns jerking up and pointed at Jude’s chest. The air tightens like a rope around my throat.And instead of crying or shaking, I laugh. A wild, sharp sound that makes even Everest cock his head. My fingers curl around the barrel pressed to my temple, and with a slow, steady push, I guide it away.“It looks like we have a standoff, Mr. King,” I say, eyes locked on him. My voice doesn’t tremble. “You shoot me, they shoot you. Maybe let’s just… calm down.”Everest chuckles, a low, heart
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 64: Marion and the Cop
Jude’s POVThe doors of Velmara PD swing open, and the stench of cheap coffee, sweat, and fluorescent lights hits me like a wall.Martin walks close behind, phone glued to his ear, speaking in hushed tones with the Creed family lawyers. His voice is clipped, sharp, laced with urgency.I don’t wait for him. I head straight to the front desk, jaw set, every step echoing with purpose. Stares follow me, officers pausing mid-conversation, whispers rippling through the room.I don’t care. Let them talk. Let them choke on their curiosity.“I’m here for my wife,”. I start, no hesitation.The young officer behind the desk stiffens, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.She’s fresh-faced, probably barely out of the academy, and I can already see the apology forming in her eyes.“I’m sorry, sir… who is your wife?” she asks carefully.“Marion Storm,” I answer, the name rolling out like thunder. “She was brought in a few hours ago.”She types quickly, eyes darting over the screen. My chest tight
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 63
MarionBurner pulls up to the curb, engine rumbling low, headlights cutting through the crowded downtown street. The place is alive—vendors shouting, neon signs buzzing, people rushing shoulder to shoulder, all elbows and curses and perfume and smoke.“Relax,” I tell him, unbuckling slowly like I have all the time in the world. “I’m not skipping town. If you want to find me, call me. But for now, there’s something I need to do.”Half of me is praying he’ll grab my arm, argue, order me back into line. Stop me before I walk into the fire.But he doesn’t.“Okay,” he says.I turn to him, frowning. “Just like that?”“Yes.” He leans back casually, adjusting his watch like this isn’t insane. “I know exactly where you’re going. If you think risking your life is the answer, go ahead.”The nerve.“First of all, I have no life.” My voice cracks sharper than I intend. “I’m either going to die or lose my memory in a few months. Richard did more than steal from me, Burner. So yeah—newsflash—I’m al
The Devil wears Red Lipstick Chapter 63: Trust the stranger
Marion’s POVThe air inside the station feels like it’s pressing down on me. My lungs are tight, my pulse jittery as I follow Detective Burner toward the exit.“Wait, what the hell are you doing?”The voice slices through the room.The same cop who arrested me earlier rushes forward, planting himself between us and the glass doors. His face is red with disbelief. “Do you know what the chief will do to you if he finds out you let her walk out?”Burner doesn’t flinch. He just turns, slow and deliberate, his glare sharp enough to cut steel. His shoulders square, his body still but brimming with authority.Every muscle in him radiates don’t test me.“Listen,” he says, his tone low, dismissive, final. “We brought her in for questioning as we build our case. That’s all.”The cop opens his mouth again, but Burner doesn’t give him the chance.He takes my hand, his grip firm, steady and he pulls me forward. Past the officer. Past every pair of eyes daring to follow us. Not one person steps in
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