All Chapters of Falling into the devil's bed: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Penelope’s POV:The next week is a fever dream.Vincent is still way off his rocker. I could feel the tension bleeding from him in massive waves, his eyes had taken on a permanent darkness, and he became...clingy? It’s not the right word, but lately he has been by my side at every chance we get. I love it, but I can’t help but feel like something is wrong.“You won’t notice I’m there,”“As if you could ever erase your presence.”“I can try.”I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. Friday was finally here. In between trying to save my exhibition, trying to figure out my stalker’s identity, and Vincent...I was exhausted. I found myself looking forward to Silas’ birthday party more and more. Folding more clothes, I throw them into my suitcase. “This is a tradition, Vinny. You’ll be fine without me. Its only for the weekend. When I’m back we can—”I don't get to finish. His arms wrap around me from behind, tightening around my midsection as he buries his face in the nape of my neck

Vincent’s POV:“Penelope!”My voice is loud, perhaps too loud given that it’s currently 8pm, and there seems to be no sign of life from the house in front of me. I march up to the front doors and tear them open. “Penelope! Where are you?!” Every grim scenario that has been playing in my head for the past two hours shows up again. As much as I try to shake them off, I can’t. The front doors are open, and I waste no time rushing inside. “Penelo—” “She’s safe, Vincent. Kindly lower your tone, there’s a sleeping child upstairs.”That voice is unmistakable. The low lights of the living are brightened, revealing Mordecai calmly sipping tea. Seated beside him is Athena.“What are you doing here?” He sets the teacup down. “That is none of your business,”Mordecai is here. In the same vicinity as Penelope. Breathing the same air as her. The hairs at the back of my neck rises. I know for a damn sure fact that Mordecai does not show himself unless absolutely necessary. I storm up to him

Penelope’s POV:Calypso. What did I expect? That she would remain in the shadows, hiding her tail between her legs?I should have known better. I know her. She’s my twin, the other half of me. I grew up with her. I know the extent of her mischief.“Alright. I’ll be back tomorrow evening, once I’m done over here,” I pull myself together and voice out. “Keep things down to the best of your abilities. The exhibition will hold on Wednesday, come hell or high water.”“Have a good weekend,” she replies, and the line goes dead. I stare at my phone screen, and for a second i consider calling Calypso. If I call her, what will I even say?She knows what she’s doing. I just need to meet her at her frequency. I’ve been so occupied with Charles that I didn’t stop to think about her. Right now, my brain feels like it’s about to blow. There’s the conversation I just overhead from Athena and Vincent. My gallery is suffering, and I have less than three days to save it in time for my maiden exhibit

Penelope’s POV:“I’m not kinky, you’re just stupid.” I snap, glaring at him as angrily as I could get. Still, I adjust my body so he can take my blouse and bra off. “What if she had found out?! We’re in her house. We can’t be—”“And?” His reply is a nonchalant huff. He leans back, taking his shirt off. His pants follow, then his briefs, till he’s naked before me. The sight of his body makes me inhale sharply, my anger starting to chip away at the edges. As if he can read the thoughts buzzing through my mind, he grins. “Come on, princess. Admit it. You liked it,”“I fucking did. But that doesn’t excuse your actions!”He leans down, capturing my lips in a brutal kiss. “You have no idea how hard you make me when you’re angry,”I bite down on his lower lip. Till I taste his blood. “Fuck you, Vincent.”His kisses move to my chest, the heat of his mouth engulfing my nipple. “You’re about to,” My eyes flutter, and I hate how good it feels. How hard it is to stay angry at him. “Where’s y

Penelope’s POV:“Baby, did you sleep at all last night?” Sera asks, eying me closely as if by doing so she’d unravel all my secrets. It’s finally Sunday.Today is Silas’ big day. It’s ironic to me. I was so happy, looking forward to this day. And now that it’s here; I can’t look away from the maddening ache in my head.Sera and I stand behind all the kids and the party, the morning sun blinding us. For me in particular, it’s making my head pound like a war drum. It’s a happy event, so many bright colors and so many kids having fun. If only I could partake of the happiness too. “No,” I admit, rubbing my temple as I speak. The party music mingled with the excited squeals of kids isn’t honestly helping my headache. “I had a pretty shitty night.”“Wanna talk about it?” A sour expression overtakes my face. Right on cue, I spot Vincent a safe distance away. Yesterday flashes through my mind, and I instinctively taste salted caramel and betrayal. I do want to talk about it. There’s a l