Cleo And Deuce Novels & Stories

POV: BRIGAIL The Deuce lounge on the Boulevard had the right kind of lighting. Low and forgiving. The music was just loud enough to drown out the conversations at neighboring booths. Pam was halfway through an impression of fourteen-year-old Eli performing Macbeth in a Swiss boarding school courtyard when Brigail had to put her drink down to stop it from spilling.

Jane asked and Laura felt bad cuz she couldn't tell her that, Mark had told her she can't tell anyone about their location and she didn't want to break her promise. "I am sorry J but I was told not to disclose the location," She said in a low voice. "Oh, okay I understand Devon needs all the peace and quietness to heal." Jane replied. "I am glad you agree," "Okay, that aside, did Cleo come around? Are they back together for real?" "Who is Cleo and who is she back together with?" Laura asked wondering who she was. "Cleo is Devon's ex-girlfriend and almost wife, okay scrap that, going by what she said on tv they are back together."

Colette, love decides who belongs—and who becomes the outsider! I let out a dry laugh. "In that case, I wish you and your true love a lifetime together." After that, I called my lawyer. "I'm pressing charges for bigamy. The evidence is solid." 'You're not talking your way out of it this time, Camden—you're going to prison.'

‎ ‎Cleo was silent for a moment, absorbing the gravity of it. ‎“Okay,” she said finally. “I’ll handle it.” ‎After the call ended, Claire stared at the screen once more. ‎Someone had stolen her face. ‎ ‎Duchene, meanwhile, sat in his room, staring at Lucy’s picture. The resemblance was terrifying. ‎Was his father truly fooled? ‎Or was he simply too desperate to question it? ‎ ‎On Cleo’s end, she dressed quickly and went to the Jones family residence. When she entered the living room, everyone was already seated, tension heavy in the air.

, through clenched teeth before kissing my temple for the shot. That night he bought out an entire rooftop bar to watch the skyline with me, murmuring how the world envied the constellations in my eyes. How we had made the headlines for being “Manhattan’s Dream Couple”, “Alexie; The spinster’s dream man”. All this mattered to him more than their relationship. She drank champagne and wondered if any constellation could light the black hole blooming in my chest.

“But right now I absolutely hate seeing you happy. I have a gift that will make you sad. This little happiness of yours can't last.” The air in the hall snapped tight like a string pulled too far. The Music died and the Laughter vanished. What had been a celebration moments ago collapsed into a tense, suffocating silence. Then the doors opened again and Orla walked in. Red’s hand was locked around hers, their fingers intertwined like co-conspirators, their unity sharp and deliberate. I wondered since when did these two become allies? Or had they always been and just waiting for the right moment to strike?

Ariana said to Caddaric, afraid that Cleo would get hurt but Caddaric said confidently, “She can take care of herself. She has her style.” Everyone watched while the bride and the groom fought each other. Jim was not weak so it took time for the ruthless Cleo to take him down. She received a few strong blows and kicks but it was all worth it. For all those women who had been killed after their organs were harvested for selfish gain, Cleo was too pained. After defeating Jim in the fight, she bellowed, “Knife.” Cal threw one to her and Jim was horrified upon seeing where she was targeting. He was battered and weak, whereas Cleo had trapped him with her knees on the floor. “Please don’t do this

Just fix this into the wardrobe" He threw his clothes at me and walked out of the room. I sighed and set my clothes and his to the wardrobe and slumped into the bed. Minutes later, I went downstairs and saw the Diana and Claire giggling as they were talking. They sighted me. "You're awake Michelle!" Claire smiled and asked me come close. I glance around the room to see if I could find Xavier in the room but I couldn't. "Where's Xavier?" I asked in a low tone. "He went out with Gray." Claire responded. "You have a beautiful name, Michelle." She complemented which made me blushed and heard Diana scoff. "Stupid name! Am outta here!" She left the sitting room.

I rushed into the bedroom, desperately trying to wake Luna and Liam. Yet, no matter how hard I shook them, they would not stir. With no other option, I tied the rope tightly around my body. I secured one child to my front and the other to my back. As I prepared to run back to the balcony, a crystal chandelier came crashing down, narrowly missing the three of us by a second. I froze for a moment, catching my breath, before pushing forward. Behind me, I could hear the chaotic sounds of furniture collapsing and explosions echoing through the apartment.

Chapter 8 The marble hallways on the 18th floor of Velmore Capital were silent, save for a firm step that advanced without hurry, yet without hesitation. The glass walls reflected light and shadow, revealing more than they concealed. A female figure emerged with the relentless calm of someone who knows exactly where she’s going. Her pearl-colored dress delicately outlined a composed presence, while a long, dark blue coat—carefully fitted—wrapped her in the elegance of a deliberate gesture. Each step seemed marked by an invisible metronome: measured, precise, leaving no room for distractions or doubts.