All Chapters of The Devil wears Red Lipstick: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Marion’s POVThe air outside the police station reeks of stale cigarettes and sweat.Sirens wail in the distance, though here it’s chaos enough without them.Drunks are being dragged in, one man kicking and spitting curses at the officers, another woman wailing at the top of her lungs about her “rights.”A kid barely older than eighteen screams bloody murder as two cops shove him through the doors.I stand still for a moment, watching. My chest rises, falls. “So this is it,” I whisper to myself.My heels crunch against gravel as I walk toward a cop leaning against a car, bored, chewing gum. It looks like cud in his mouth..I hate it.“I heard you’re looking for me,” My voice trails as I approach.His eyes snap open wide. Recognition hits, and in an instant his hand is on his gun.“No need for that,” I say, as I sink down to my knees, fingers lacing behind my head.He’s on me quicker than the brown fox, rough hands shoving me face-first to the ground. Gravel bites into my cheek. “Do yo

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

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

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

Jude’s POVI want to go after her, I want to see if she's acting or she truly believes Ivy's words, but before I can even take two steps, Ivy’s fingers latch around my wrist.“Jude!” she calls, her voice shaking but shrill, nails digging into my skin. “Didn’t you hear me?”I whip around, fire in my chest, anger boiling hot. “What do you want from me?” My voice is low, dangerous.Her chin lifts, tears trembling in her lashes, the picture of pitiful resolve. “Didn’t you hear what I just said? I’m pregnant. We have to talk about it.”For a moment, I just stare at her, biting down hard enough on my tongue to taste blood. I can’t let her see through me. She can’t know I’ve already discovered her ties to Richard. Not yet.I inhale, slow, deliberate. “You’re right. But I need to see Marion first.”Her face twists, disbelief cracking into anger.“Don’t you realize this could mean the end of my marriage?” I push, trying to shake her hold.“And how is that my problem?” she snaps. “I’m creating