All Chapters of Falling into the devil's bed: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Vincent’s POV“What do you think they’re talking about?”I couldn’t care less for whatever Mordecai is saying to Penelope right now. I have bigger concerns on my mind. Namely, the dark looks she’s been throwing my way. Granted, I caused it. After I slipped up last night about my years long obsession with her…right. I didn’t expect her to take it lightly. But something tells me that this is different. She’s not angry about last night. There’s something else going on that I’m not aware of. And I am somewhat tied to it. “Vincent,”“Blaine, do me a favour and fuck off?”Athena purses her lips, but defiance flashes in her eyes. “Whatever. What do you plan to do about Herbert? Mordecai is still pissed that you killed him,”“I don’t care what Mordecai feels. The fucker is dead already. Give me a break.”Up ahead, Penelope looks pissed. Her eyes are stormy, there’s a slight twitch in her left eye, and she’s tapping her right foot fast against the floor. Our eyes meet and she looks even an

Penelope’s POV I am so close to exploding. The exhibition is in two days and I am losing my mind. Silas’ party had finally come to an end, and now it was time for me to return to my life, and also to face all the destruction that’s happened over the weekend. I’m back to work. Back to throwing myself into copies of receipts and ledgers and records, hoping to distract myself from my phone. From Vincent. I haven’t spoken to him since the last conversation we had. I intend not to, not until he understands that I’m fine. I guess it must be difficult for a man such as himself. A man used to control and being in charge. I must be asking the impossible of him, to step aside to the sidelines and watch. It must be hell for him. Yet, I don’t care. All my life I’ve been controlled by one person or the other. My father. My then husband. Men at work. I’m tired of it. Sure, I had my countermeasures. I handled it fine. But it’s a situation I never want to be in ever again. Plus, Vincent

Vincent’s POV:“You’re bleeding,”“It’s not mine. I’m fine,”Her voice is breathless and shaky. Without a second thought, I take her hand and hold it gently in mine. Her knuckles have some bruising, and the blood on them is drying out. My jaw clenches. There’s only one person that could have done this. And I say this because I know he’s here. I take out a handkerchief and wipe her fists clean of blood. She’s trembling, her breaths rattle in her chest and end up coming out hard. “What…what are you doing here?”“Where is he?” Stashing the bloody cloth into my pocket, I meet her eyes. “Where’s that fucker?”Panic flashes in her eye and she steps back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who?”“Don’t do this now. Where is he?”She starts smoothening her palms down her thighs. Only then do I notice the high slit in her gown that wasn’t there this morning. “I’m gonna kill him,” are the next words out of me. “Vincent…” Penelope calls out, her tone frantic as she races after me. “I

Penelope’s POV:My head hurts. My chest hurts even more. I feel like I’ve been ran over by a truck. Two trucks carrying two families of five. The smell that greets my nose is that of disinfectant and despair. My eyes flutter open to a dark, sterile unfamiliar environment. I try to move my arms and immediately find that I can’t. All my limbs weigh a ton each. “Wha—” I try to speak, and my dry throat closes up, preventing me from getting any words out. “Princess? You’re awake,” a deep voice answers. Some relief washes over me. If Vincent is here then I know I’m safe. Turning my head, I spot him sitting beside me. He’s so close and staring into my face with wide eyes. He looks like he hasn’t slept, dark circles under his eyes, and a five o’clock shadow on his chin. It makes me pause. I’ve never seen him with anything but a clean shave. I’m tempted to reach out and brush my fingers across his chin, but my hands won’t move. “Hey,” I manage to choke out. “How are you feeling? Do

Penelope’s POV:“Thank you for gracing us with your presence, and have a lovely evening.”The apology speech tumbles out of my lips on autopilot. I don’t even know where the words come from. I don’t know where my composure comes from. It flows.Scanning the faces of the guests, I try to gauge their reaction.Some of them look pissed. A few others are horrified. Others look disappointed. Heck, even Calypso looks shocked, her jaw on the ground as she latched to Angelo who had a bewildered look on his face.“Tonight’s exhibition is unfortunately concluded.” I finalize with a professional smile. “Good night.”The hall is silent as I step down from the platform and head to the stairs. Activity flutters around me, Sera behind me, Vincent and Rocky by my sides, and a few of the security guards behind them.I feel like I’m having an out of body experience. The sounds around me fizzle out into a distant hum. Sera is asking me a question. Vincent is telling her to back off. At my sides, my fist