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.”

froze.

don’t lie to me,” she whispered.

across

tickled her ear, his tone soft

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so gentle, it caught her off guard. She hadn’t known

a faint

man’s smile deepened, something unfamiliar flickering at the corners of his lips. He gripped her wrist and pulled her

down. At Spirit Pub, the waitstaff escorted a nearly unconscious Derrick to the penthouse suite on the top floor. Ashley and Drax also

the group, managed to order a

the street, things

it. Eileen had already left. Julia was trying to get Marie home, but just as

up, and whatever the caller

Okay–okay, I’m on

up, Julia glanced down at Marie, limp in her arms. She was clearly

saw Spirit Pub

the penthouse suites there were usually

room.

Room 808, 66th floor,” the

muttered, snatching the

her like a sack of

as the doors were closing, her phone rang

just wait. I’ve got

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