Semua Bab The Devil wears Red Lipstick: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Marion’s POV“Where is he?” I yell, my voice cracking. “Where’s Reid?!”My head is pounding. I can taste blood. I try to get up, but my knees are shaking. My mouth’s dry. I think I’m going to pass out. I look pitiful, I think.“Sign the papers,” Richard snarls, arms crossed, knuckles bloodied, cool as hell. “You want to see your Reid, don’t you? You can finally have him back. Don’t you want that? Sign.”I stare at him like he’s gone insane. The man I married. The man I thought would protect us. The man to whom I gave my heart. Soaked in the thirst for power. Our perfectly curated marriage now broken.“Why are you doing this?” I ask, my voice low. “Haven’t you already taken enough?”He laughs—that short, bitter kind of laugh. “Taken enough? I’ve given you everything, Marion. My time. My support. Six damn years playing the man who serves the queen while you hogged the spotlight.”“Serve? When have you ever served me?” I scoff. “You weren’t complaining when wearing 50,000-dollar suits an

Marion's POVI’m driving.Late.Again. The rain crashes on my windows.The road is a blur, headlights slicing through the dark like knives. My hands are locked on the steering wheel. My head is pounding. I can still hear them—the board, the accusations.Embezzlement.Insider trading.Fund mismanagement. Huh!They’re trying to destroy me.I fight. I stand my ground. But it’s getting harder. I can feel it. They want me gone. And they’re not going to stop until I give up, but clearly they have no idea who I am.I pull into the driveway, tears stinging my eyes. The house looms over me like a monument to everything I have built. I used to love this place. I kept it after the divorce, thinking I’d won something.But it’s just a graveyard now.I wipe my face, my vision swimming, and lean forward to type in the code.Reid’s birthday.The keypad beeps.“Happy birthday, honey,” I whisper, throat tight. “Sorry, I don’t get to see you.”The door unlocks.I step inside.Cold.Empty.One heel click

Jude’s POVI stare at her.The woman sitting in front of me, bathed in pain and arrogance.Her words still dancing in the air, calm, dry, indifferent.Like she didn’t just drop a bomb in the middle of the damn room."I want you to marry me, Jude Creed."What the hell?“No,” I say, stepping back. My voice cracks before I can catch it. “Are you crazy?”She blinks slowly, unbothered. “You will be getting your time’s worth, Jude. Now, will you marry me or not?”Is she serious?I blink again, waiting for a smirk. A punchline. Something.But there’s nothing but that icy expression, her face as unreadable as ever, like this is just another boardroom negotiation.“You’ve got to be kidding,” I mutter, pacing. “I already said no. What's wrong with you?”My voice rises at the end, more defensive than I mean it to.Goddammit.My face heats up. I cup it with both hands, trying to hide it.“I don’t even like you! And didn’t you just call me stupid like... two seconds ago?” I protest.She crosses he

Jude’s POVI sit in the chair meant for kings. The Creed throne, my domain.High above Velmara, nestled in the penthouse floor of Creed Tower, I lean back and watch the people below. From up here, they look like ants. Busy. Chaotic. Predictable.But that’s not what I’m thinking about.No. Right now, I’m about to make the biggest move on the board.Creed and Storm.The king and queen of the corporate world.Fuck! What did I get myself into? Apart from her dangling Icarus in front of me, I don’t know her plan. And I don’t know what my next move is.I exhale slowly, eyes flicking back to the cream envelope on my desk. Thick. Heavy. Embossed with only the essentials.Time. Place. Dress code.No names. No declarations. Just secrecy and power stitched into every corner of parchment. That was Marion’s idea.Dramatic, bold… annoyingly mysterious.I flip the envelope over again.You’re making the right decision, Jude, I tell myself. Just think of the billions you’ll save when Icarus finally

Richard's POVI sit on the throne of my new empire.Six months.It’s been six long, glorious months since Marion bled all over the dotted line and handed me her crown. Six months since Icarus—her precious legacy, her perfect little empire—became mine.And now?She’s dead.Gone. Out of my way. Nothing left of her but memories and a whisper of perfume that still clings to the corners of this office.I smile.She fought hard. I’ll give her that. Even when she was gasping for air, blood soaking through her blouse, she still looked me in the eye like she was the one winning. Still that same stubborn, delusional queen.But queens fall.And everything she had—her company, her son, her reputation—it’s all mine now."You seem to be in a better mood," a voice says from the doorway, silky and amused.I glance up. Emma.My bride. My wonderful accomplice.She’s glowing today—slim again, tight in all the right places, her figure back to what it was before she gave birth. That was the deal. Snap