Todos los capítulos de The Devil's Wedding Ring : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

"If you work for Cillian as you claim," I started, my voice tight as I smoothed the velvet of my dress, "why are you nosing around in my business? Why did you tell me about Friday night, mention Sarah... you seem to know everything about me already, even before walking into this place."Daniel didn't flinch. He adjusted the cuff of his shirt, with a calculating movement. "Ma, I know everything about you because I'm your nurse and I must know my client. Cillian didn't just hand-pick me, I went through screening processes to get here. And thirdly, it's my job to make sure you're at ease for the baby's health. Once you're stressing, the baby is stressed and my life will be in danger because of your husband. That is why I had to investigate every possible thing that could be a problem for you."I clenched my fist, the fabric of my dress bunching in my palm."So tell me," he asked, his grey eyes drilling into mine, "what troubles you?"I bit my lower lip, the sting of the physical pain gro

I snorted at the question, the bitterness of it coating my tongue. "How am I holding up?" I asked, turning to the doorway where his ghost had just been standing. But there was no one there. Only the dust motes dancing in the moonlight."I'm holding up fine because I'm going to send your brother after you," I whispered to the empty air, my voice trembling with a lethal edge. "For daring to take your life out of his own greed."But the bravado didn't last. The weight of the room, the scent of him, and the crushing isolation of the Montgomery fortress finally broke through. I gave up, sliding down the mahogany doorframe until I was sitting on the floor, burying my head in my hands."Jaxson, is there no way you can walk back to me?" I choked out. "You can tell my parents that you want to be with me... because I'm so lonely and I have no one to trust."The silence of the room was my only answer. My eyes scanned the shadows, desperate for a sign, before they landed on a silver frame on the

Was I supposed to hate Sarah? My best friend? My manager? Was this the point where I was supposed to look back at twenty years of shared secrets, of whispered dreams under bedsheets, and just shit on all of it? How could they do this to me? How could an entire family, an entire life, be a choreographed lie?Adopted. The word felt foreign, like a stone in my mouth. How and why?Memories I had dismissed as "quirks" started resurfacing with a terrifying clarity. I recalled the times I had been worried that Sarah was too close to my father. They were always playing, always sharing inside jokes that I wasn't part of. I had honestly thought it was because Sarah had been so attached to me since we were kids that she had simply become part of the family. "I don't like Sarah," I recalled Mom telling me once. It was my sixteenth birthday, and she was tucking me in. I had frowned at her, defensive as always. Mom never liked it when I became too fond of anything, people, objects, hobbies. She al

 “What’s wrong with her?” I whispered to my dad, leaning in close as we sat at the dinner table. “I don't know,” he replied, his voice low and laced with a hint of amusement. “Your mother is always full of wonders. You can never predict what’s going through that head of hers.” I offered a small smile, watching my mother from across the table. She was actually putting in an effort, attempting to weave small talk with Sarah as if the last few months of icy tension had never happened. Later that evening, the hum of the engine filled the car as Sarah drove me toward my new apartment. The silence between us was comfortable, but I couldn't stop thinking about the dinner. “My mother actually spoke to you,” I said, still sounding a bit incredulous. “Well... I told you,” Sarah replied, her eyes fixed on the road but her expre

 "What did you just say?" I asked, completely dumbfounded. JOSEPH REED. From St. Claire’s Hospital.The name felt like a heavy stone dropping into a well. This was the man Sterling had told me about—the one who supposedly worked in my father’s inner circle, the one currently staying at a parish seeking penance. Sterling had given me his number, promising he’d know the moment I visited. So who was this imposter standing in front of me? I might have been reeling from grief, but I wasn't blind. The man before me was far too young to have been part of my father’s veteran circle of confidants. "How did you know Joseph Reed before you decided to take his identity?" I demanded. He sighed, leaning down until his face was inches from mine, his voice a low, vibrating hum. "I’m Joseph Reed. Twenty-eight years old... and your father’s son." "What?!" T