The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 585 Scissors Beside the Pillow

“I wasn’t gonna marry her? You wanted me to just watch her jump into a pit again? She nearly burned alive the last time!”

Derrick slurred the words, his voice thick with drink.

Ashley blinked. “Wait, hold on. That… doesn’t sound like revenge anymore.”

When he’d first arrived tonight, Derrick had been furious just mentioning Marie. He’d gone on about how marrying her was all part of a calculated strike against the Tom family–and to teach Marie a lesson. But now?

Now he sounded like a man trying to save someone from disaster.

Ashley and Drax turned to Bernard, who was nursing a glass in the corner. “What do you think? Is this the truth slipping out, or just drunk talk?”

Bernard downed the rest of his drink. “Either way, he’d better keep his distance from her.”

Ashley nodded. “Yeah. That one’s got claws.”

Marie wasn’t the sweet, delicate type. She was fiery, sharp–tongued, and dangerous when crossed. And Derrick? He was acting weird.

Drax leaned closer to Derrick. “You better be careful around Marie, man. Don’t get any funny ideas.”

Getting involved with her wasn’t like taking a wife home–it was like sleeping beside a loaded gun.

Both clubs were buzzing deep into the night.

Meanwhile, Victor’s villa was draped in moonlight, shrouded in a hushed, intimate glow. In the dark bedroom, soft sobs and desperate pleas echoed against the silence.

Tessa felt like she was adrift on waves, her body rising and falling without anchor. When Victor pulled her into his arms again, her hazy mind flared with panic.

“No, no, I don’t want to…”

His voice rasped low, gravelly. “I’ll take you to see your mother tomorrow.”

resisting hands froze. Slowly, they

and smiled in the dark. “Then don’t lie to me,” she whispered. Her voice was so small, barely

shimmered across her

breath tickled her ear, his tone soft and

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hadn’t known he could sound like that. Hadn’t known that Victor could

a faint hum

corners of his lips.

morning, the parties began to die down. At Spirit Pub, the waitstaff escorted a nearly unconscious Derrick to the penthouse suite

group, managed to order a

street, things were

left. Julia was trying to get Marie home, but

whatever the caller

I’m on

down at Marie, limp in her arms.

when she saw Spirit Pub across the

were usually available. Quickly, she walked in

room.

miss. Room 808, 66th floor,”

muttered, snatching

over her like a sack of

rang again. She propped Marie against the wall and

wait. I’ve got Feathers with me–don’t

let out a soft, wine–drenched groan and slid deeper into Julia’s