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Chapter 64: Marion and the Cop
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Ivy's POVI’m in my room at Creed Manor, the late-night glow barely touching the curtains, but the air feels heavy, suffocating. Eleanor lounges in the armchair like she owns the place, eyes narrowing at me as though she’s already bored with my existence.“Ivy, I don’t understand why you’re going through all of this,” she says, her tone flat, almost mocking. “Do you really think telling Jude you’re pregnant will make him yours? What happens when he finds out you’re lying?”I roll my eyes, not giving her the satisfaction of a reply. Instead, I rise and walk toward the bathroom, my silk nightgown brushing softly against my legs.The mirror catches my reflection: flawless skin, lips curled into something close to defiance. I reach into the cabinet, pull out the little blister pack of birth control pills, and hold them up between two fingers. My grin widens as I drop them into the toilet and flush, watching them vanish with a rush of water.When I step back into the room, Eleanor’s b
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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
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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
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