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.

the dark. “Then don’t lie to me,” she whispered. Her voice was so small, barely more than a

shimmered across

her ear, his tone soft and coaxing. “I won’t.

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gentle, it caught her off guard. She hadn’t known he could sound like that. Hadn’t

gave a faint

unfamiliar flickering at the corners of his lips. He gripped her wrist and pulled her back into

escorted a nearly unconscious Derrick to the penthouse suite on the

most sober of the group, managed to

things

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

up, and whatever the caller said

Okay–okay, I’m on

Marie, limp

she saw Spirit Pub across

there were usually

room.

go, miss. Room 808,

muttered, snatching

her like a sack of flour, she

rang again. She propped Marie

coming, just wait. I’ve got Feathers with

a soft, wine–drenched groan and slid